The buckin buckers buckin bucked.
Assuming that you can still see with your right eye and type with your right hand get that buckin report sorted for filing before the deadline as always.
Get well soon mate.
Forget the match report, it’s more tales of rural Ireland we want via the Navan Echo. Things like when the shop ran out of crisps, or furore caused when the postman was ten minutes late in 1957
(Thanks VofD)
In all seriousness, get well soon.