The wounded warrior

So the flatmate is back from the US of A. He arrived this afternoon. Wounded. Can hardly walk. Why you ask? I did.

Turns out he fell off the stage :)...at which point I of course thought he was drunk (who wouldn't?). He claims there was water and he slipped. Told him he should've asked the employer to pay for the doctor's bill and the operation the doctor suggested. He's not the type. So he's now been in pain for a week, and can hardly walk. Guess Europeans have more endurance (and less business/money sense) than the yankies.

PS. Made chili güggeli, and this time we shared the meal :)