Purple Dragon

My littlest one went to see The Singing Kettle in Aberdeen today with playgroup.

It is the first time she has gone on a school trip without me. It was hard. For me. She was fine. She had a slight wobbly moment when she realised I wasn't going as well, but she soon perked up when she realised all her playgroup friends were going and her playleaders (school ladies, as she calls them).

She came back completely knackered. She did a lot of crying over silly things, typical tired-3-year-old - and when I put her to bed (at her request) she was out like a light within a minute or two.

Bless.

Got a phone call from my sister's care home this evening to say she had been taken into hospital by ambulance with chest pain. Spoke to the hospital, and they think she has an inflamed sternum, have given her a course of antibiotics and sent her home.

When the home called me, I told them to call me back, any time of the day or night, to let me know any news. She was discharged from the hospital at 8.15. It is now almost 9.30 and I have heard nothing. The hospital is about 15 minutes drive from the home.

Well, not for me, really.

Himself is between contracts, and has been looking for another one. Yesterday afternoon, he drove to Glasgow for the first of three interviews. Then as soon as he left Glasgow, he drove straight down to Kent, and stayed in a bed and breakfast. The B&B was (in his words) 'surreal' because it was the cheapest one I could find, and yet when he turned up it was a stately home arrived at down a long half mile private driveway. He thought I'd gotten the price wrong.

From his morning appointment in Kent, he drove across country for an afternoon one in Bristol.

He is now driving back home, with a short stop over at the Borders to collect something we won off eBay.

He's gonna be knackered when he gets back.

oh, and he was offered the Glasgow and the Kent contracts - he hasn't heard anything about the Bristol contract yet.