Today is turning out to be a
frustrating one. First of all I had to
take my car in for it’s MOT. Although it
was booked in, I didn’t fancy hanging around so thought I would come home and
try to work while I was waiting for it – better than shivering in a drafty
garage!
So when I got home I thought
I would just empty the washer before getting back down to some work. But I didn’t realise that it hadn’t drained
properly and although the door shouldn’t have opened, it did and flooded the
entire kitchen. I used up practically my
whole collection of towels to mop up the tsunami and now I have to wash them
too – fingers crossed that the washing machine will actually drain this time,
otherwise I won’t actually have any towels to mop up the mess.
I don’t know about you but
my washing machine has a little tap at the bottom which you can turn when the
water won’t drain and it releases the water from the front. The design on it is so brilliant that you can’t
actually fit anything underneath it at the bottom to catch the water coming out
– so there was another flood.
Soon I’ll have to go and
pick the car up and knowing my luck today it will have failed it’s MOT – oh the
joys of working from home!
And the weekend wasn’t much
better – my youngest son scored a hat-trick – not in goals mind you but in
broken bones. He first broke his wrist
when he was four – playing football in goal.
It was a bad break and for a while we were worried about how well it
would heal. But as he was young we were
assured that his future growth would sort it out.
When he was six, he broke
his other wrist – playing football – in goal.
Brilliant! So after that we
decided that perhaps he shouldn’t play in goal any more. But he loves it so much and is really quite
good so last year we decided that he could start playing again. Everything
has been fine and it has reignited his love for the game.
On Saturday morning, though,
his luck ran out. Although he had hurt
his arm, we didn’t think it was broken as he could move everything quite
freely. We strapped it up and hoped for
the best. But on Sunday morning when it
was no better I decided that a visit to A&E was in order. In my defence, the triage nurse didn’t think
it was broken either, but when the x-rays came back, although the bone wasn’t
fractured, there was a crack. Now he’s
back in plaster and I’m waiting for an appointment for the fracture clinic.
At least he’s not in pain
anymore, and actually is quite enjoying being the centre of attention, but I
spent most of yesterday cancelling arrangements I’d made for him for the next
few weeks and he really is going to have to consider the fact that his goaly career is over. Later today I have a visit
to the orthodontist planned for my other son.
But I’m managing to smile, I
will take this all in my stride and tomorrow is another day. Oh dear, think it might be safer not to get
out of bed at all!
Hope you’re having better
luck than me at the moment.
