Went from cast to removable splint today, but probably a bit too early for a return.
The last time I was at the Bull (when I came off, and thought it could be healed with a pint), the landlord gave my mate 4 or 5 Agatha Christie books after he spotted her perusing the bookshelf – top bloke!
For those worried about San Marino, it’s absolutely fine – it’s the pesky section after the style you need to worry about. By that point you’re head is already in the pub, just before your face is in the floor….