Hazel is a doughnut. I received an anguished text from her yesterday saying that she had spent the day in A&E after a bit of an accident involving 'a snooker ball and some spring cleaning'.
It seemed a bit perplexing, so I had to get the lowdown from Hazel, because it sounded like 'one of those stories that could only happen to her.'
Basically, Hazel was sitting quietly inside studying for her coursework (in her spare time, she is doing a degree in computer programming for a bit of a laugh), whilst her two children, Jake and Holly were outdoors playing . Everything outside went suspiciously quiet, so Hazel went to check up on them, only to find that they were playing tennis with snooker balls.
Immediately fearing for her windows, she started to leg it outside but managed to run straight into a new cleaned (and therefore undiscernibly closed,) patio door.
My intial reaction to hearing this story was, 'Ouch!' My second reaction after reflecting upon it for a while was 'what a doughnut.' Anyway, poor Hazel has had to spend the remaining weekend heading to the shops under the cover of darkness because it wasn't 'sunglasses' weather.
As soon as I get back to work, I shall try and get a good picture of the victim's injuries (it will be sympathetically done of course!).