EDIT – jeez, people. Don’t you notice nuffink? I never mentioned what brother #3’s new nickname is. So I’m just going to leave you in suspense.
As I’ve mentioned I was home for a few days (almost a whole week), and have a new nickname for brother #3 (the head-in-gate-one). He is all grown up now (legally, not actually) and was recently in Poland. I think playing football with his work, but not too sure. After his return he developed a bit of a rash, so went to see the doc. Turns out he was bitten by a Black Forest Fly (I may have gotten the name wrong, but it is a black forest something.)
Another brother, this is the one who had two broken hands at the same time, has developed a chipped tooth. How I hear you ask (with my great hearing). Well, he was coming out of a fast food shop, heading for the car, at 4 in the morning when some fella bumped into him. And thumped him, as did a group of anywhere between 4 and 10 other fellas (drunk? my brother, I doubt it!). Luckily enough the brother wasn’t actually alone, and a few of his friends came to his rescue before they all headed to the car. A case of happy slapping or just general minkish behaviour?