Lost in France

Part of the Ex's rehabilitation program for the daughter is a daily large milky coffee. Good for the calcium in take.

 

It would seem that this is not a need I can take care of. Along with providing some where to sleep.

 

She goes, that she will be taking how on Saturday and Sunday to ensure daughters coffee intake is maintained. This on top of her concern about my bed provision, I guess is the true mothers nurturing instinct kicking in.

 

Wants her close and monotored. Really quite refreshing to hear.

 

This also gives me the chance to share this picture.

 

Love these pictures that play with you perception of perspective.

 

Well daughter was back to the hospital today, for her proper cast.

 

They have fitted a full arm, light weight cast.

 

And they gave her, ahead of its official release, a Christmas themed top coat.

 

Apparently they told her to hide her cast on the way out as they were not meant to be using the Christmas ones for another two weeks. Apparently last year, true to NHS efficiency, they did not get the festive themed wrappings until March.

 

Also she has an appointment to have it off on Christmas eve.

 

Will publish photo when I get one. Was promised one today, but not yet arrived.

 

Consultant was shocked when Mum explained how hard it had been to get an X-Ray.

 

Also stuggling to understand just how she broke her arm with such a small fall.

 

So no PE at school to sometime in to next term, no school until Monday and no piano playing until the cast is off, though piano teacher has offered to bring some lefthand only pieces for her.

 

School have been good as well, saying that she can be let out of class early, so she avoids the scrummage of the corridors between lessons.

 

The Ex is concerned about her sleeping over at the flat this weekend. I have already offered to give up my double bed for her, instead of the camp bed she normally sleeps on.

Only in Australia?

 

In order to balance my previous blog, that showed a map of Australia, and implied that it was in fact a very dangerous place to visit. I present below photos of an a famous Sydney landmark.

 

 

Nice clock tower. Now for the closer view

 

 

These colonials, have no shame.

 

Full story http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1230415/Steamy-naked-couple-caught-Sydney-clock-tower.html

 

After discussion with Ex, this morning, decided that as the pain was continuing in daughters arm that a trip to hospital was required.

 

Saw the nurse and then a nurse practioner, with no change of the original verdict from Sunday.

 

However Ex, insisted on an X-ray.

 

Verdict, arm is fractures, in an awkward spot.

 

Half cast to be fitted today, return tomorrow to see the consultant and possible full arm cast.

 

Daughters comment to her Mum

 

"Mum is always right"

 

Glad she persevered, with the doctors. having the arm supported in a cast I am sure will ease the pain considerably.

 

So definately require quiet activites over weekend.

Was reading this article

 

 

Beside having lived at the wrong end of PMS, it was interesting to note the her ultimate relief, from what was threatening to be a marriage breaker, was to write.

 

I quote

 

"So I sat down at my computer and composed an email. I wrote out everything that always came up in our rows, sobbing as I typed and feeling, as usual, that I couldn't go on with things the way they were.

But the funny thing was that, once I had written the email, I felt fine. I didn't feel angry, I didn't want to get divorced and I really didn't want to send the message. I saved it instead. "

My writing has not saved my marriage, but I think it has saved my sanity.

Since I have started this I have really grown to appreciate the benifit of writing down my thoughts.

I do not really ever go back and reread what I have written, but I know it is there if I want to.