Yes, just as I was feeling very organised, had done the washing, cleaned the kids' bathroom, mopped the dining room floor and was about to knuckle down to some study, the phone rang.
"Hi Clare, it's Lovely Receptionist from the Company Your Husband Works for. He's had a little accident. On a saw. He's at the hospital - he's ok, but we're a bit worried about his fingers....."
Right.
Deep Breath. All plans for day out of window.
Ring the hospital.
"He's still waiting to be seen, if you call back in an hour we'll have a better idea"
Right. So it can't be that bad. He hasn't been rushed to surgery.
Except he wasn't waiting to be seen. He was being seen, by 8 million doctors and plastics registrars. He's cut the whole pad of his middle finger of his left hand off. It's pretty nasty.
We go see the plastics guy next week to see whether they will try to fix it.
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