The broken finger
Jul20

The broken finger

The other day, I got a call from school. My daughter had hurt her finger playing basketball. Yes, at the school that never does PE. Apparently, basketballs are actually really flipping heavy. It wasn’t broken, but it was painful. She’d had ice on it and had it strapped up, but could I take some Calpol to her? The first thing she said to me was: ‘I’m still going on my Scout camp!’ Of course she was, it was...

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Project 365 2017 Week 27
Jul08

Project 365 2017 Week 27

I had high hopes for my photos this week, but things didn’t turn out quite as well as I’d hoped. Here’s our week in pictures… Day 183 – Sunday 2nd July – my daughter hurt her finger at school on Friday (excuse the Coco Pops and milk  – keeping it real!). I decided not to take her to A&E because of the four hour wait, but couldn’t take her to the minor injuries unit because the X-ray...

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Project 365 2017 Week 14
Apr08

Project 365 2017 Week 14

If last week was the week of blossom, this week seems to be the week of tulips. It was a slightly strange week with my husband working from home on Monday and Tuesday as he was ill with my son’s virus. We also had a nearby road closure, which meant all the traffic was diverted down our road, which made getting out of the house a rather traumatic experience. Here’s our week in pictures… Day 92 – Sunday 2nd April...

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The bike crash and the cracked helmet
Sep08

The bike crash and the cracked helmet

My husband is a keen cyclist, who recently took part in the 100 mile Ride London bike ride. After a couple of weeks of taking it easy following Ride London, he was back into going for 50 mile bike rides on a Sunday morning. The last thing I always say to him when he leaves the house is ‘ride safely’. Because cyclists have accidents. They’re pretty vulnerable on the roads, when drivers are being stupid or...

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The broken toe and football without shoes
Jul18

The broken toe and football without shoes

I was at home, deeply embroiled in work (which isn’t something which happens much these days), when the phone rang. My younger son’s school. This is the first time they’ve ever rung me. In my experience, schools only ring for one reason (or maybe two, if you count injuries and illnesses separately). And as the woman was talking… Football without shoes… I was just thinking – get to the point! What...

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