Roz in trouble

Roz (First Aid legend) and myself have made an agreement to be 'on it' every night now until the end. Now, by 'on it', I most certainly mean to be the tipsier side of sober. The first night of our quest of course ended up in the beach bar, and then a drunken walk home ensued. Oscar, a fairly 'special' individual who is generally picked on and has had his eyebrows shaved on the odd occasion for that reason, is a bright spark who thought Roz might appreciate a piggy back for the arduous 2 minute journey back to our chalets. Of course he fell over and of course someone got hurt. Roz was scraped up royally and after a quick check she realised she was a chip short of a full tooth. We're talking front tooth, the poor girl! The next morning I woke up to see an extremely unhappy Roz sitting in reception waiting to hear back from the dentist. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of visiting Corsica...if you want anything done, it won't. It particularly won't if you're English and work for Mark Warner. With Oscar, the woman beater, at her side she made it to the dentist and amazingly she actually got seen to and had a cap put on her front tooth! This NEVER happens in Corsica believe me! In addition to this Oscars proud parents are out visiting at the moment, which is an absolute treat to have a whole family of spaz heads. We even have the added treat that Oscar's ma is a herbal therapist type woman and gave Roz some stuff for her face. The expression says it all, and I would be equally concerned because the label on the jar simply says 'healing cream'. Fair enough.