By chance, the senior orthopaedic officer at the Royal London had given us a leaflet while we waited in the plaster room. It advertised the miraculous XeroSox, a tube of bright-blue plastic which is stretched over a plastered limb then sucked tight by squeezing an internal pump. Everything is kept dry, and swimming becomes possible. I immediately ordered one, which arrived the day before we left. It was too small. Try as we might, Louis couldn't get his arm into the tube without howling with pain. I became very unpopular, and we headed to Stansted with gloomy faces. "It's not my fault," Louis wailed. "It was a rotten tackle."