Went up the field to See to Hogan and YO's horse. Bit distracted with the loss of Ramsey. Obviously not concentrating and keeping Hogan's manners in check. Little git was farting about in his stable, stood on my foot, I fell backwards but my foot didn't, as he was still on it. Banged my head on the floor and felt something tear in my ankle. Threw the brush at him which got him off my foot. Called him some horrible names, and I have to say, he did actually look sorry. Anyway, I managed to do my various chores, took him back to the field, and realised I hadn't thought about Ramsey for about 10 minutes. My ankle is agony, driving home was a challenge, but in the most perverse way possible, thank you Hogan, you distracted me, and made me realise life is going to go on, and I'd better get my act together. You're still a little git though.