Well on the weekend we helped arrange a party at Cropredy instead of the scheduled African Linx mini-festival we’d intended to do as there wasn’t enough time or money for that.
Poor Peter was hitching up the electric mains when he somehow fell backwards on to the path and landed on his back on a big earthenware flower pot and cracked a few ribs. We spent the afternoon in casualty and in the evening he sat dosed up with drugs to the eyeballs to watch the entertainment instead of joining in.
I’m now trying to get him to rest for a few days while the ribs heal up – not easy as he’s a very active guy!
We played a set of sabar drumming and I sang a few songs as well but my fingers were so cold I could hardly play the guitar and I was glad when they put the reggae music on!
Oooouuucch, cracked ribs :O
Ooh! Don’t make him laugh, by any means. Poor guy.
I bet you were glad for the sun (at the time of the photo), because I get the idea the night had been a mite chilly.
That sounds awful, I hope he recuperates quickly..
Oh, that’s horrible! I hope he feels better soon.
Perhaps witnessing your music while being drugged up to the eyeballs will give him a new point of view into it?