I think we're alone now...

Well today has been a laugh and a half, and it hasn’t even been the kids fault this time.

Friday is college day, so after dragging Mstr A (can I run? Jump in the puddles? Meet you at the end of the road?......), LMB (I’m going to refuse to walk anywhere now), LMD (it’s ok as long as we don’t stop moving), my bike, my college bag, LMB’s Dora bag, Mstr A’s school bag & water bottle, LMD’s bag, food & milk and half the contents of my house, off to school, then to pre-school (feed the baby, settle LMB down, walk away to sounds of LMD screaming in anger), I jump on my bike & cycle to college.

It’s only a mile or so (although I think it was longer today than last week!), then a nice relax in class.
“you’re very perky for a Friday morning” comments one of my class-mates, so I gently explain to her that this is down time for me. I see the look of disbelief spreading across her face & give up trying to explain.

I had a great lesson. The debating style of the sessions suits me perfectly, as I’m always happy to spout off my “if I ruled the world” scenarios & opinions (I must blog about those sometime). Then just before my lunch break, my mobile goes off. Oops, I quickly cancel the call & switch it silent. It immediately rattles itself off the table with another call. I put it back in my bag.

Beep Beep

It’s a text message “call me, urgent”.

Slightly worried, I excuse myself & call Mr A at work, only to be told Bristol hospital has just informed him there’s a bed available, but he must be there by 3.30 today or it will be given to someone else.

Now, Mr A has severe Psoriasis which has not responded to home treatment for years. So when we saw the dermatologist on Monday, we agreed that a in=patient stay was necessary now. The Dr assured us that there was no telling when a bed might become available, but there’s a fair number of people waiting, so “it won’t be tomorrow or anything”. The treatment will be over three weeks (probably), so we said November would be better for us, to give us some time to clear our diaries etc. So this phone call was a bit unexpected, but you can’t refuse a bed when it’s offered – there’s no telling when they may decide to give you another chance;-)

This gave Mr A exactly 3 ½ hours to clear three weeks worth of work from his diary, speak to his boss, Drive home from work, pack his stuff, collect me & all the kids so we can drive him back into Bristol to claim his bed. I leave college in the middle of explaining why heroine & alcohol are treated the same in my utopian world, & collect many children, Mr A & make it the hospital at 4pm.

Fortunately, they hadn’t given his bed away, and we settled him into a nice side room with his own tv & air con! By the time we’d all trecked back to the car it was 5.30, so I mistakenly went home via the M5, thinking I’d stop at the services for something to eat. Bad move! Note to self, never try to leave Bristol at 5.30pm on a Friday, & drive south.

We slowly crawled along, & finally made it home at 8pm. Kids to bed (well, not LMD yet), and a quiet evening in alone (I hope). Balls to work – they haven’t paid me my expences AGAIN, so I think I’ll go on strike.