‘Twas the third night after Christmas

Christmas was lovely. There said it. Will park it here. Move on.

Maybe a little background is needed here. Anne is a lovely, supportive adoptive friend of ours. She is in need of lots of selfcare at the moment. The last time she came over was the boys the birthday,  the boys ex girlfriend got her tongue stuck in her brace, the paediatrician and school nurse who were with us could not get it out, so we had to take her to casualty, and the maxfacial specialist was called to sort it out……that happens to everyone doesn’t it?…anyway, back to yesterday…

Last night we invited a few friends round. A quiet little gathering. We played a few games. We ate food. Anne was stopping over, as she needs a break, she’s having a difficult time, we were going to look after her.

During one the games a pair of neon glasses were won by the boy. Can I just clarify that the ‘boy’ is 16, and his recurring phrase is –

“I am 16, I am nearly an adult, you can’t tell me what to do”…

Anyway, the boy requested to go out with his friends. Negotiations were held and an agreed time for return was discussed.

Shortly after the appointed time for return, the “I am nearly an adult” returned in absolutely agony.

The “I am nearly an adult” had been playing hide and seek, in the pitch black, wearing the neon flashing glasses, ran straight in to a wooden barrier, flying straight over it. ( Yes, I would just re-read that last sentence…)

After consultation with Anne, we all packed up in to the car at 10 o’clock at night and checked into the local A&E. We saw the doctor, it was all bruising, pain killers prescribed and crutches.

Nurse – “Have you used crutches before?”

I’m nearly an adult – “Yeah, lots of times”

Me – “Only when he’s ‘borrowed’ other peoples and pretended they are machine guns..”

The nurse dutifully explained and showed how to use crutches.

At 11.30 we were sat waiting in the drive through for 2 x 20 piece chicken share box, 2 x large fries, 3 cheese dippers, one chocolate muffin, one orange ice cream, 2 large cokes, and a banana milkshake. These were all consumed before we got home. During the drive home “I’m nearly an adult” put the Christmas cd on we were giving an operatic version of The Snowman at full volume.

We arrived home and Anne said she might as well head home. Can’t say I blame her!

Names have been changed, mainly so Anne can deny knowing us….