Looking forward to a quiet day Sunday, mrsmidlife taking our son and three mates for 15th birthday to Alton Towers with daughter in tow too. Excellent, just me and (ill)eldest at home. Might even ride a bike for an hour or two.
Nope, just before ten the phone goes, my son. Mrsmidlife has stopped in the lanes of Staffordshire for a cheeky wee behind a hedge(country girl at heart), and promptly fallen down a bank and dislocated her shoulder, ambulance job. That leaves five teenagers, none of them drivers, one of whom has bad anxiety problems and is nonverbal stranded at a quarry entrance lane in the arse end of nowhere. Marvellous. Luckily my brother lives in Uttoxeter and is very capable, and went up for the initial pickup of the kids and got them to the theme park for the day, but then the working out which hospital she’d gone to, tracking her down, getting her patched up, getting my big car form Uttoxeter, picking up the walking wounded, collecting my brother’s car from the quarry, collecting the anxious one from Uttoxeter where she’d had to sit the day out, back to Alton Towers to get the boys and home. Life, just one damned thing after another. Now to get the eldest up and down to her outpatients appointment in Nottingham, let’s see what today can throw at me.