Back in A&E

Seriously my family have never spent so much time in hospital as the past few months.

Today was Esther's turn. Don't panic, we overreacted! She fell over in the front room catching her Tragus (sticky out bit of her ear - I googled it) on the corner of the coffee table and I thought she might have needed a butterfly stitch. She cried all the way to A&E but soon perked up in the waiting room. Three hours later we were seen. They looked at it, by this point she was no longer bleeding and was chatting nonsense as she does, we left with a leaflet on what to do when a child has a fall. We felt like complete knobs and being back in A&E really wasn't nice.

Back again we go tomorrow (to the happy side of the hospital) for my pre-op appointment.

Oh, and I showed my Dad the photos I got from trying to find my Nan's house yesterday. The clue to our mistake was on the sign of the church. We were in Bradley not Great Bridge (the other side of Tipton!). Will have to have another pie date soon to try and find the correct street!