Barron family festival of freaks

We're a bunch of misfits at the moment. Beset by injury, we've been trying to get together for a family meal for a few days now - started off being an Easter thing and now it's a week later.

Granny Rob-rob fell down the stairs and sprained both ankles.

G has done his back and can't sit down. I got home last night to find the two kids sitting on the floor with a large picture book open on the floor and G standing above them naming objects for the to point at because he couldn't sit down to read them a story.

Django is limping very badly and moaning to himself.

Bax went a-over-t off a stone wall at One Tree park and landed on his face. His nose is so puffed up and bruised that he looks like a Klingon.

Imagine us lot walking down the road together - the peasants would laugh and throw tomatos.

Actually Izzie and i are smirking quietly to ourselves and hoping we're not next on the stretcher.