We often see him (I'm guessing it's a him, I might be wrong) at lunchtime, and the little girl loves to watch the bird while she's avoiding eating any vegetables. I have been trying to get a photo of him for AGES, so was very pleased he consented today!
After lunch we went to the tip where the nice man (such a nice man, with an awesome amount of statistical data about the sheer quantities of rain in rainy town) helped me put stuff we're not taking with us, that's of no use to anyone else, into skips, and then the little girl had her nap, and I got lots of admin and packing done, and was all in a rush to go get the big kids from school, carrying a waking little girl to the car, when she arched backwards, which she does often when she's waking up, but this time, I lost my footing on the steps in front of the house and I fell.
I don't know what happened in the intervening period but I did ensure I put her down as slowly as possible, but face first, on the snow, and I ended up lying on my back on the snow. I couldn't quite reach her, but she was lying on the snow, which, as I was doing it too, seemed a bad plan. It was cold, and it was melting. So I barked at her to sit up, which she did. I don't know what I did to my ankle, but it was hurting A LOT, so I was trying to figure out how best to move, and how to help the little girl, and if I was going to be able to drive, and what would happen about all the rest of the packing, so it seemed the best idea to continue lying in the snow, and get the little girl over for a cuddle. She came. She was worried about me. She tried to hoik me up. I sat up. It hurt my ankle. I had to stand up, and there was going to be nothing dignified about it. She wanted to help me, but I was in too much pain to do that. So I stood up. It hurt a lot. I hobbled over and locked up, and then got the little girl in the car. I didn't seem to be able to move my toes properly, but the best thing to do was go to school. A friend went by in her car and gave a cheery wave. I waved back. So I went to school. It hurt. A lot.
At school the little girl was worried about me, so she wanted to get carried. I carried her and went to wait for the other kids. I was in lots of pain, and I was so worried about how I was going to get everything done. I cried outside of school. That's not the worst bit, though (although that was excrutiating). People saw, and people were nice to me. So I cried more. I didn't want to. Urgh.
Anyway, one of the other Mums, who is a nurse in A&E, was called over to inspect me. She had to help me get my sock on and off, which was embarrasing, and painful (although not as painful as it was when I was trying to do it). She prescribed frozen peas and sofa time and regular standing up. Thank goodness. So, I sat on a sofa, while my kids sat on a different one (to make sure they DON'T TOUCH THE FOOT), and we watched a terrible film, while they ate biscuits (easier to reach than the fruit below apparently). I did make them a proper tea as well, but they were all magnificent. The boy changed rubbish bags, and did lots of carrying, the big girl got everything organised so everyone had their own space and all homework would be dealt with (mainly by me 'saying, no, we won't bother doing that, we'll be gone before its due'), and the little girl drove everyone potty.
I'm hoping that taking to my bed will give me a near-full recovery come morning, and I can finish getting everything packed tomorrow. Anticipate radio silence.
Thank you to all my friends for coming out this morning, and looking after me this afternoon. I'm really going to miss you.
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