breakages

Current work: Revisions
Listening to: Bach
Reading: next on TBR

Yesterday was definitely a day for breakages. I was slightly in need of chocolate after visiting Dad (who is still in bed, sigh – he just doesn’t have the strength to get up), so I took some from the fridge. Bad move: ended in a call from me to the dentist for an emergency appointment to fix a broken tooth. (And my diet buddies are probably sitting there, shaking their heads, saying, Kate, what WERE you thinking? I know, I know. Serves me right for ingesting forbidden substances.) Thought about it en route to school. A Wednesday appointment. Hmm. Last emergency dental appointment I had on a Wednesday was a bit nightmarish. (Those of you who’ve known me a while – yes, THAT one.) Thought about it a bit more. Rang lovely receptionist when I got home, just to check I wasn’t slotted in with that particular dentist (otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to sleep last night) and phew, I have a female dentist. (OK, I’m being sexist. But the only bad experiences I’ve had involved male dentists. QED.)

And then, I’d just got settled into the revisions, when I heard this crash and sound of smashing glass, followed by squeaks from the children. Made them stand absolutely still and dashed into the living room. They’d been playing catch with the giant space-hopper (yes, what possessed them? Oh, yeah, they’re children), and it had hit one of the photographs and bounced it off the wall. Most importantly, there was no glass in children’s feet or dog’s paws – a broken frame can be replaced easily enough. (And then I had to calm them down because they were really upset. I didn’t shout that much – just enough to make them stay still and then move to a safe place to avoid getting glass in their feet.)

(And yes, I know things happen in threes. I made sure to break a stick after that!)

Righty – off to dentist for me, and then back to the revisions. Am definitely back down to earth after Monday, now...