Welton Toffee
Player Valuation: £40m
Well I woke up reasonably early today, Skyped the missus (who is in San Fran) til 9am, and thought I'd reward myself with a nice bath.
About 30 minutes in, all going well until I start to get a bit too hot. Me being an idiot I didn't think to add some cold water, instead getting out the bath to open the window. This is where it all went pear shaped. Started to feel dizzy so perched on the loo hoping it would pass. It didn't. At this point my thoughts would appear as stars if I were to type them here. I grabbed my towel and reached for the door, with the intention of getting myself onto the nearest bed.
Next thing I know my eyes are opening and my face seems to be on the floor. I look down and see blood pouring out my mouth along with the shattered remains of the front tooth I only got fixed 6 months ago. I look up to see that I am on the landing, my head inches from the top of the stairs. I drag myself onto my knees, only to black out again and keel over in the opposite direction. Finally I wake up, my head banging, nose bleeding, mouth bleeding and face generally hurting.
8 hours laters here I am on GOT, looking a complete state having spent a good proportion of my day in A&E. I blame Everton for this. If they'd have won I wouldn't have needed cheering up and wouldn't have had a bath. MOYLES OUT. The end.
About 30 minutes in, all going well until I start to get a bit too hot. Me being an idiot I didn't think to add some cold water, instead getting out the bath to open the window. This is where it all went pear shaped. Started to feel dizzy so perched on the loo hoping it would pass. It didn't. At this point my thoughts would appear as stars if I were to type them here. I grabbed my towel and reached for the door, with the intention of getting myself onto the nearest bed.
Next thing I know my eyes are opening and my face seems to be on the floor. I look down and see blood pouring out my mouth along with the shattered remains of the front tooth I only got fixed 6 months ago. I look up to see that I am on the landing, my head inches from the top of the stairs. I drag myself onto my knees, only to black out again and keel over in the opposite direction. Finally I wake up, my head banging, nose bleeding, mouth bleeding and face generally hurting.
8 hours laters here I am on GOT, looking a complete state having spent a good proportion of my day in A&E. I blame Everton for this. If they'd have won I wouldn't have needed cheering up and wouldn't have had a bath. MOYLES OUT. The end.
