Just when things looked good.

Last night Ronnie cried out in pain as she sprang from the couch. Her right knee had "gone", locked solid.

We suffered a sleepless night but waited until today to go to the hospital. We had to wait until the shop had delivered our new fridge freezer before we could go.

Fortunately they were fairly early and we got to the hospital for 10:00 am. The Accident & Emergency Department (A&E to you Casualty @ Holby City fans) have a new system and we were done and dusted for 10:45.

While we were there we bumped into John and Sheila Bailey, he knacked his ankle on Christmas Eve whilst swerving to avoid an oncoming can of lager, or something like that. At first they thought he had some broken bones but now they've wiped the photo with an oily rag they can't find the break so now he's got torn ligaments.

The knee is not dislocated as we feared, but she has torn the ligaments, around the knee, painful. I think they must have a "Buy One Get On Free" offer on torn ligaments. So now it's rest and recuperation for a few weeks. Bang goes our regular walk and Ronnie's exercise regime.

We had a take-away curry for tea and settled down to watch Wigan - Arsenal on tv. What a load of old rubbish - the match, not the curry. It's almost like going back to the 60's, sparkling one minute, deadly the next. Still I suppose you can't ask to much of a bunch of teenagers with some grumpy old git up front, I can remember Ljungberg when he was great.

Talking of great, the photo is of Haddon United. The team include me and my brother Phil with his son Nicholas as mascot. We were awesome, we ruled the Enfield Sunday League with a rod of .. celery, but we had a good time doing it.