Sorry Kids!

I have to say sorry to my kids for not being grateful to the 'lovely' cards they made while I was at the hospital. My defense is that I had spent the last 4 hrs in A&E and my whole body hurt and I had seen enough blood for the day. The cards, especially Adam's on the left, contained a bit too much blood for my liking.


Laura's one on the right makes reference to the fact that as I fell, I knocked a box of shells everywhere with my other arm. Jo was still picking shells off my clothes as we waited to be seen in the hospital. She's made out the shell to be the 'evil' that cut my arm, presented nicely with dripping blood.

So kids ..... thanks for the cards. They are .... erm .... er .... lovely. I will ....erm.... treasure them as a memento of my day. There were lovely words inside though, including an offer for Laura's dog, Snowy, to do a circus act to cheer me up. Maybe today.