Saved by the bell??

Hi - sorry, it has been a while, bit of a week this week - we will come onto that in a moment.  Fortunately my "bit of a week" s keep the blog moving!


So Little D has had an incident..... phone call from school on Monday - you may remember last time school phoned she had cut a huge chunk of her hair off with a pair of scissors, so I could not wait to hear what it was this time!


Rang and spoke to the office, they explained that while they were out to play and one of the teaching assistants was ringing the bell to get them all back inside, Little D, somehow, ran full pelt into the bell as it was being rung and collided with the bell using her face......  don't even ask me how this is possible, there are naturally a few questions which sprang to mind (after I had ascertained that she was OK):


- how on earth did she manage to do this and not see the bell, after all, it makes quite a significant noise.  There can surely be no claims of not knowing it was there (which is my usual defence for any trips or falls....)


- what was the teaching assistant doing?  did she not see Little D come charging towards her?  Is this a common incident?


Office advised that she was fine but had a "bit of a line" on her face from the bell.  OK good.  They ring because they don't see us at the end of the day as she goes to Kid's Club for post school childcare.  The school therefore do not have the opportunity to have their explanations ready as we go and pick her up.


Little D was with Toss Pot that night so I emailed him to let him know what to expect.


Later that night he sent me a photo of Little D's face.  Oh. Dear.


"bit of a line"


She had a huge gash running from 2mm under her lower eye lid down the side of her face and cheekbone, lots of swelling and when the bruising came out she had a black eye and cheekbone....... "bit of a line".  She has actually been very lucky, any higher and she could have been blinded....


....she is so her mother's daughter though, I mean how anyone can do that to themselves I do not know, but then I think about what I was/am like....


The best example of this is when I was about 2.5 - 3 years.  I somehow managed to get myself a glass and as I walked out the back door I tripped over the step and glassed myself in the forehead........ trip to casualty.....


A few weeks later I was on top of a climbing frame in a friend's garden - those of you off of the 80's might remember the sort, metal frame, quite tall and narrow, flat on the top - I was up there with a friend and my big brother and all of the sudden I was not up there anymore, I was on the floor, on my head, on a concrete slab.  There is still to this day some debate as to whether I fell or was pushed, other witnesses were interrogated (4 year old brother) but no serious conclusions were drawn.  So back to casualty we went for them to sew the back of my head up this time.


In light of the fact that I was a small child with two head injuries in very quick succession, Social Services were called in (my poor parents) and had to do a home visit.  The day Social Services came round, I fell backwards through the greenhouse.  Social Services left, satisfied there were no issues with my parents. Just me.


Yep, she is definitely her mother's daughter....