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Our family was never really one for foreign holidays, mainly because they were a bit out of our price range. So most holidays were spent in Britain, but as we all get on this wasn't a problem and we didn't end up killing each other. (We came close in Dartmoor) Anyway on holiday in Wales and stopped off in Haverford west to grab a bit of shopping and waste the day before we could dump our stuff off at the cottage.

Found a car-park at the top of a hill and stepped out of the car for the first time since leaving home. Wales was as Wales does and the whole place was dark with the morning's rain. We proceeded to walk down into the town chatting about plans for the holiday. My Dad was walking behind me, chatting to one of my brothers, and had somehow got into a conversation which involved coming up with lots of words which rhymed with bear. "The bear over there on the stair with the..." My Dad decided to sit down rather suddenly, or rather was forced into doing so. His leg went under him and he cried out in pain.

While the sympathy was with him for about half an hour, continual complaints about the pain wore a bit thin as we wandered round Haverford-West. About two hours later we drove to a nearby beach, my Dad at the wheel, making noises of pain every time he stood on the brake.

After about six hours of walking on his leg, and driving with it, he finally decided to visit the hospital. The doctors confirmed that it had fractured at the ankle and any excessive force could have caused it to shatter. He ended up needing an epidural, having his leg set in plaster, and spent the rest of the holiday sitting looking out the window.

The rest of us had fun though. Injuries on our holidays are a tradition though.
(JamesG, Sat 23 Apr 2005, 0:39, Reply)