Not only does the BW have a whole new round of exams looming - two Maths papers and a French oral this week, followed by three whole days next Monday to Wednesday...
But yesterday he was hit during cricket practice by a brutal bouncer - bowled by an adult who should have known better - which thudded into his chest.
Ever the stoic, he played the incident down on the phone to the PO, who still wakes up in a cold sweat every once in a while, shaken from his sleep by dreamt remembrances of the moment when a burly boy called Wilson struck him on the glove with a nasty lifter during his first practice with the First XI at prep school...
Of course, later in life the PO made quite a name for himself as a purveyor of ever-so-slightly-faster than military medium bowling, breaking not one but two opponents' noses during an unforgettable 1984 season.
Or was it 1985 ?
Peu importe - those were the days. And who knows ? Perhaps such days lie ahead of the BW too...
Or perhaps he will just stick to less dangerous pastimes...
[Many thanks to Mrs MOP for the photograph]
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