This morning involved three hours of hospital. I am really not very good at all at hospitals. It is always my most fervent wish that nobody I love will be injured or ill, obviously because it would be a bad thing for them, but mostly for the entirely selfish reason that I might have to spend time in hospitals.
For the record:
1) The boy’s left wrist is slightly broken, but he is fine now he is plastered, and enjoying the novelty of his small sister being kind to him (“EVEN THOUGH NOBODY WAS KIND TO ME WHEN I BROKE MY WRIST…” she possibly has a few anger issues..)
2) If you have to go to a hospital, I recommend Buxton, which is almost bearable. In my view, it is worth leaving a child with a slightly broken wrist overnight to avoid crossing the threshold of S***ing Hell A & E.
3) It is always a good idea to take your knitting with you, but you will be especially glad of it if you hear the words, “The x-ray machine is broken, and we’re just waiting for someone to fix it…”
4) As Monday afternoon is likely to involve several more hours of hospital, it is lucky socks tend to come in pairs, as I’ve had to stop knitting this one until I’ve checked the recipient’s foot size…