About a week after I have broken my arm - plaster from wrist to elbow - term ends and I am due to go to Ramsgate with Nan. No one at home is very sympathetic about my injury - it was my own fault and I just had to lump it. I am sad that I won't be able to go swimming in the sea (one of my all-time favourite activities) as the plaster has to stay on for 6 weeks. It is a nasty itchy thing (even the frequent use of a knitting needle for scratching doesn't help) and now has many obscenities written and drawn on it - Ah! The originality of youth.
But Nan, being a fellow hedonist feels my pain; decides there is no reason why a broken arm shouldn't stop me swimming. Every time I go into the sea - four or five times a day whatever the weather - my arm is wrapped up in several plastic bags and secured with elastic bands. The cast does limit my marine activities: front crawl isn't feasible - you end up hitting your head with the cast quite often - although a sedate (slightly lop-sided) breast-stroke is just about manageable. The plaster does get a bit soggy, but usually dries out over-night ready for the next day's dunking.
Strangely the broken arm never healed properly (it is thinner than the other one and I can't put any weight on it - those who know me may come and inspect it). I sometimes wonder if it was the swimming that did it