So, we've been back in CA less than 24 hours. The kids are safely
ensconced in bed and so as its a soccer night, Ste decides he'll go
and play.. Bad move. Less than an hour after after he's left I get a
phone call. He's in hospital and he's broken his finger. Some
kindly soul returns him home after midnight but the damage has been
done.
It turns out that an idiot has kicked him in the hand (and in the
head for good measure) and twisted his finger so badly he's going to
need surgery. At this point I would have quite willingly gone round
and stamped on the hand of the person that did this. Less than 3
weeks till the kids and I take off for England, leaving alone a man
in a cast is not my idea of fun.
Today has been surgery day. All has gone well and Ste is now
sleeping soundly. He had to endure a round with the eye doctor for
Tommy (straight after he'd come round as there was only one of me but
2 appointments to keep). Everyone has ended the day well though,
especially Sophia, who got the spend the entire afternoon and evening
living it up with Natalie and Hannah. 'I had the BEST day out of
everyone, didn't I mummy?' - well, yes Sophia, I think you did!
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