"That's weird!" says Littlest in response to the heading above, but as three of the accidents happened to her, it is perhaps more unfortunate than weird ... and the tooth fairy needs to be on standby, again!
First, four-legged-friend dropped the blackest, most disgusting of his well chewed bones on her foot, while she was, as per usual, wearing no shoes, out in the garden (mild ouch!)
Next, same friend stood on her foot (slightly bigger ouch!), while both of them were trying to look in the fridge, she for something to drink ... he just being hopeful, and hoping no-one would notice he was there. Although, if you don't wish to be noticed, standing on Littlest's already tender foot is probably not the best plan.
Then, wind blew the back door shut, at just the moment when four-legged-friend was on his way out to his dinner bowl. It caught his foot ... but he was so focused on his food that he hobbled out, in silence and stood shaking, while guzzling in his usual if-I-don't-eat-this-really-quick-it-might-disappear way. Not until the food was finished (about forty seconds later), did he feel sorry for himself, but by then I had checked for any serious injury and gone inside to see Littlest who had rammed her new wobbly tooth into the teeth below (big, big ouch!) and there was blood in her mouth, on her lips and on her fingers - the latter, because visible to her, causing most distress. As both she and four-legged-friend are now asleep, no lasting harm has been done, but the tooth fairies should perhaps be keeping Lady Penelope's car's engine warm.
Life at the moment is a bit like going into a restaurant and ordering Japanese for starter, Italian for main and Mexican for dessert: a real mish mash of disjointed things crammed into one day - hence the cancellation (driving lesson), application (do I really have to work more? Couldn't I just procrastinate for a living? I seem to be quite good at it) and now curtain poles - in new study/computer room/library/fire-letter sorting room/only place to make a private phone-call room/needing its door painted room/room with the most man drawers in the house room. (If you don't know what a man drawer is, think screw drivers, elastic bands, old film containers containing assorted drawing pins, nails, screws etc., batteries, passports, conference badges, paper-clips, tyre pressure gauge, paint charts, foreign coins, the bit for the freezer door that we might need one day, a map of Genoa .... )
Also gardened; discussed his future with son; advised daughter on holiday in Corsica how to purchase a new asthma inhaler, as the one she took with her was 3 years out of date; gave directions to eldest trying to find cousins' house in Edinburgh; cooked dinner ... and procrastinated. Fairly normal day, really.
Collected a new oxymoron at the weekend: Best Kebab, written on the side of a van that didn't look like it could provide the best of anything, let alone kebab - I'm not a fan and I'd go so far to say, that in my opinion, almost any other food is more deserving of the accolade best.
Lastly, just read that the average middle aged women spends £1000 on her holiday wardrobe - How?!!! I spent £20 on mine: a new swimming costume, after we got back from France!
First, four-legged-friend dropped the blackest, most disgusting of his well chewed bones on her foot, while she was, as per usual, wearing no shoes, out in the garden (mild ouch!)
Next, same friend stood on her foot (slightly bigger ouch!), while both of them were trying to look in the fridge, she for something to drink ... he just being hopeful, and hoping no-one would notice he was there. Although, if you don't wish to be noticed, standing on Littlest's already tender foot is probably not the best plan.
Then, wind blew the back door shut, at just the moment when four-legged-friend was on his way out to his dinner bowl. It caught his foot ... but he was so focused on his food that he hobbled out, in silence and stood shaking, while guzzling in his usual if-I-don't-eat-this-really-quick-it-might-disappear way. Not until the food was finished (about forty seconds later), did he feel sorry for himself, but by then I had checked for any serious injury and gone inside to see Littlest who had rammed her new wobbly tooth into the teeth below (big, big ouch!) and there was blood in her mouth, on her lips and on her fingers - the latter, because visible to her, causing most distress. As both she and four-legged-friend are now asleep, no lasting harm has been done, but the tooth fairies should perhaps be keeping Lady Penelope's car's engine warm.
Life at the moment is a bit like going into a restaurant and ordering Japanese for starter, Italian for main and Mexican for dessert: a real mish mash of disjointed things crammed into one day - hence the cancellation (driving lesson), application (do I really have to work more? Couldn't I just procrastinate for a living? I seem to be quite good at it) and now curtain poles - in new study/computer room/library/fire-letter sorting room/only place to make a private phone-call room/needing its door painted room/room with the most man drawers in the house room. (If you don't know what a man drawer is, think screw drivers, elastic bands, old film containers containing assorted drawing pins, nails, screws etc., batteries, passports, conference badges, paper-clips, tyre pressure gauge, paint charts, foreign coins, the bit for the freezer door that we might need one day, a map of Genoa .... )
Also gardened; discussed his future with son; advised daughter on holiday in Corsica how to purchase a new asthma inhaler, as the one she took with her was 3 years out of date; gave directions to eldest trying to find cousins' house in Edinburgh; cooked dinner ... and procrastinated. Fairly normal day, really.
Collected a new oxymoron at the weekend: Best Kebab, written on the side of a van that didn't look like it could provide the best of anything, let alone kebab - I'm not a fan and I'd go so far to say, that in my opinion, almost any other food is more deserving of the accolade best.
Lastly, just read that the average middle aged women spends £1000 on her holiday wardrobe - How?!!! I spent £20 on mine: a new swimming costume, after we got back from France!
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