So more of a what's made my fortnight crap really.
My old ruptured disk/neck injury has been playing up again leaving me with pain and nerve jangles round my left shoulder and along the top of my left arm. Fairly normal but it's also been making my left ear fizz(sensation not sound) and the left side of my head sort of numb which is worse than usual. So I'm not on form.
My first week for the girls back at school last week made interesting by the eldest starting at her new school and due to the dearth of after school care for eleven pluses, going back to her mum's until I finish work. Now that was hard work to keep arranged and costly.
So second day in I forget to give her bus fare for her homeward journey, she forgets to ask, I've always just dropped her off and picked her up. Two mile walk home to her mother's, her phone doesn't work but being independently minded she doesn't ask a teacher for bus fare or use of a phone. Just sets off get's lost and takes an hour going home. Hello my name is MUD! much apologising and promising it won't happen again later and I'm thinking well her mother took that well!
Nope! My 80 yo mother receives emails from her And her mum... containing various moans and complaints from the real to the extrapolated covering the last eleven years. Cue some rather tense pick ups after school but arguments steadfastly avoided.
Saturday after gymnastics I go to drop them off and her mother has travelled from Cambridge to help her ambush me (strangely the rather Amazonian care lady was there as well!?). They were like two terriers at a rat. After the all too familiar realisation that whatever I say will be wrong I try to retreat. The ex mother in law gives chase shouting " I'll deal with your mother then little boy" (I'm 51) and trying to push me out of the house. The girls, of course have been present through all this and get to witness their Nanan slamming the door onto my hand (on purpose? probably) as icing on the cake. Ouch! they let me back in, the care lady who's been sitting with her head in her hands gives me some tissues for the blood annnd! they start again.
Discretion valour and all that, I make my escape. Defo a hospital job and it's my right hand so I go and ask a neighbour for a lift to Casualty. My eldest joins me and won't leave, we all get in the car. As we're pulling out of 'Albert Square' my youngest comes running out and clambers in. My last view behind is of the rather forlorn form of my ex watching us all go.
The girls were brilliant in A&E keeping me entertained and distracted. They were fascinated by the visual inspection of my tendons and the youngest even climbed on the gurney for a better look. The stitching was cool as well - for them. My eldest held my good hand and fed me Skittles through it all. Proud and gutted all at the same time.
Six stitches and a tad of nerve damage - lucky really.
I didn't want to take them back afterwards.
Oh yes and on Monday I went to have blood taken for a health check and for the first time ever they missed the vein! I have veins like straws just below the skin but no, not this week.
AND there is still at least one SODDING BASTARD MOUSE in the wall behind my bed.
And I'm out of rum!
Sigh
Mais, ç'est la vie.
