Perfect day

Today it's Fred's 7th birthday. And it's also the day that Steve and I first met one year later... walking our respective dogs.

Things aren't going too well for poor m-i-l. Just as I'd finished blipping yesterday she fell down our one and only step, badly grazing her arm and landing on her coccyx. She's not been at all well since. I've phoned the local medical centre but they assure me there's nothing that can be done, even if the coccyx is fractured. Painkillers and bed rest it is then.