oh dear......

i love having my hair brushed by someone else.....

i love having my eyebrows shaped, my eyelashes tinted,

my nails done, my feet pampered.....

i love it when someone else does those things for me,

and i count myself very fortunate that i have a daughter

who loves to give me pedicures and manicures and who 

enjoys 'styling' my hair......

however, a few days ago she decided that she was going

to 'curl' my hair and, whilst my mind was wandering somewhere

else and i was unaware of what she was doing, she wrapped a

nice big, thick strand of my hair around a comb.....

bad move sweetie......

when she tried to undo it, it got knottier and knottier........

until, finally, i called 'time out' and took the scissors to it and just cut the whole knotty mess out.....

she was devastated.......

who'd have thought cutting a bit of my hair out would cause her so much

angst when she didn't bat an eyelid when she made this!

a little accident......

we've had a fairly 'interesting' week here....

Evie was bouncing on the trampoline 

in the back garden last Sunday and landed awkwardly

on her foot and fractured her ankle.....

poor poppet......

I ran out to see what was the matter as soon as I heard her screaming

and, because at first she could move her toes, I thought that she had

just twisted it.......

however, as I watched, her ankle began to swell

and within 5 minutes she had an ankle that looked

remarkably like a balloon.....

 now for some reason she has a HUGE fear of doctors

and hospitals and whenever I mention either going

to the doctors or having to go to hospital she 

goes bonkers and shouts at me that she won't

go and that they'll just hurt her.....

I have no idea where it came from because she's never really been 

to see the doctor and she's never been to hospital 

{apart from the 5 hour stay when she was born!!}......

anyway, she didn't get a choice this time.....

she certainly couldn't run away!

fortunately we were the only people in the ER and were seen
straight away by the triage nurses and then the doctor, 

followed by xrays, another chat to the doctor and

a visit to the plaster room to have a backslab put on

to hold the ankle in position until the swelling went down......

unfortunately though, we got a call from the orthopeadic 

doctor that evening who said that the fracture was 

not a straightforward one and that we would have

to take her back in to the hospital to have a general anaesthetic so
they could manipulate the bone back into the correct position....

you can imagine this went down like a lead balloon with Evie.....

she begged us not to take her,

she begged me not to let them put her to sleep,

she begged me just to take her home....

it was horrid.....

HOWEVER, within an hour she was awake again,

snuggling with Squidgy bear and within

a couple more hours she was eating jelly and

ice cream and watching a movie on her own little tv
{and doing a bit of painting too}.....

hospital, she discovered, was not such a bad place

after all......

fortunately she didn't have to have the bone

wired into position which means the recovery

should be straighforward and in another

5 weeks time she should be plaster free......

just in time for our flight back 'up north'......