Well, what to tell you about first? We've had a lot going on at The Castle over the last few weeks. The first being that Princess Mummy managed to break 2 of her fingers in a freak bus, um, carriage, accident. That's right, a freak accident. It is very unusual, one might say freaky, for anyone to break her fingers waving her hands around on a bus, carriage, and hitting the pole that holds the bell. Fortunately, we were due to disembark and so I pretending ringing the bell was on purpose, although the noise I made was truly inexplicable-in my defence, there were a number of Miniature Citizens of the Kingdom around and I did NOT want to sully their delicate ears with the words that originally tried to escape.
After being strapped up for a fortnight, I became somewhat frustrated with not being able to do much and removed the strapping. FREEDOM! Unfortunately, the freedom went to my head and I decided to walk Little Prince to school.
I was feeling truly proud of myself as I dropped Little Prince into the open arms of his teacher, then less proud as I realised I was lying in the middle of the road outside of school. Whilst praying I did not get run over in front of the Miniatures, I tried frantically to recapture the previous few moments. Eventually, I gave up on that, turning my attention to the more pressing issue of why Prince Daddy was lying next to me and why we seemed to have every adult in a 2 mile radius peering down at us and miming.
It occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, the whole town had not gone mute, and maybe, Princess Mummy's hearing had packed up and left along with her dignity. As I remembered my lost dignity, I started to clamber back up and was somewhat taken aback by the mushy sort of crunch my left foot made when put in contact with the ground. My hearing had obviously not gone far unlike my dignity which appeared to be on an extended vacation!
As the watching throng surged forward, with offers of help and lifts etc, I grabbed (the now upright) Prince Daddy's hand and started to hobble off into the sunset. This was hampered by two major factors. There is not much in the way of sunset at 9am in Wales and my left foot screamed out loudly using my voice every time I tried to put it to use. After a sort of ungainly hobble home with Partner in Crime's Grown Up and Prince Daddy almost carrying me, I decided that it was perhaps time to visit the A&E and get my money's worth out of the NHS yet again.
Some time later, I swung out with a half-cast, crutches and the promise of a real cast the next day. I also had a card from N, the Samaritan based at the hospital, tucked into my handbag. I am amassing quite a collection of these from my A&E visits. I guess when a woman turns up at hospital a fortnight after breaking 2 fingers with a new broken foot and bruises all up her legs and hips and a man who is not willing to leave her side, it is easy to leap to the wrong conclusion. Poor Prince Daddy has been led away on flimsy pretexts by nurses so many times, that he must look guilty even though his conscience is clear.
Thursday saw me return to the hospital and receive quite possibly the prettiest cast I have ever had on a broken limb (and Ive had a few!) It was pink and when we got home, Prince Daddy pedicured my toes to match. I was a very high fashion Princess Mummy.
The cast was removed two days ago, although I have been advised to continue to use the crutches for a few weeks to come.
On a happier note, the recent sunshine has gone to the heads of the Mummy Clan. Yesterday was spent drawing pictures on the slabs outside the Castle with chalk. We borrowed a token child from the neighbours so we didn't appear too odd but were delighted when he just wanted to eat his icelolly and watch us draw. When we ran out of clean slabs and couldn't persuade Prince Daddy to clean and dry them so we could start again, we sat around and admired the beautiful business cards we have been sent by the lovely people at Vistaprint to promote the Blog. Apparently this blog is now amassing enough of a readership to come to the notice of the Powers That Be and they are noticing us right back. So if you enjoy reading about the dramas of life in the Castle, please feel free to share the blog address or even, if you know me personally, ask for cards to pass on to family and friends.
And as always, comments, complaints, hints and tips are very well received and I love to hear from anyone who has enjoyed my mini rants.
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