Three

That's the number of times I fractured my arm on Thursday falling off a horse. Six is the number of screws they used in the metal plate to hold the bone together. Four is the number of days I spent in hospital. Two is the number of times this has happened to me (I had a very similar accident five years ago).

I have to say that it's tough to remain positive after this one - it's somewhat galling to watch your holidays go up in smoke because you don't get many opportunities to take 7 weeks off in a single go. I'm trying to see the upside...I will get to read more (I completed two books whilst in hospital including "Blink" that came recommended by my Belgian pals Pat and Bernard). I get to meet some new people who I would not have otherwise come across e.g. a 61 year old retired Commercial director from Marseille who "popped" his artificial hip. Hmmm, I'm not making a very convincing case for it at the minute.