I came back from work to find Grace and a friend of hers (Georgia) bouncing up and down on our bed....I'd warned them that they could hurt themselves if they fell off...no sooner had I said that, than the doorbell rang (it was Georgia's mum who'd arrived to pick her up), than Grace promptly fell off the bed....she only fell about a foot - but landed akwardly. I thought this didn't look good.....Catrin however was oblivious to her pain and thought she was up to her usual drama queen antics....it was only a few minutes later - with Grace still screaming (and Catrin preparing Poppy's first ever solid food meal...which was not the ideal time).
I finally persuaded Catrin that she needed to take Grace to hospital as I thought she'd broken her arm. Finally, after much cajolling she relented, and took Grace to a&e. It turned out that she had indeed broken her arm....
Upon her return, she was in good spirits - and had a nice bright pink cast. Catrin felt suitably chastised for her cynicism.
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