Well last night, there was I sat watching TV. Abi was in bed and Matt watching TV in his room. Abi came downstairs and said "Matt needs you" Some 15 minutes earlier he had dislocated his shoulder (again) and couldn't move off the bed. He'd eventually managed to ake Abi. After over 15 minutes I realised there was no way he could move or I could move him. So I called for an ambulance. Cheered Matt up no end A) when they gave him gas and air and more importantly B) the ambulance man was "very gay and pretty" (Matt's words)

So off he get carted to A&E. Lee and I followed by car and some 5 hours later we are home. We had domestic violence, mental patients. I LOVE people watching.

Made me sad though. When they too Matt into resus (yep I watch casuality) to be sedated, my eyes strayed to the bed opposite. The one my mum was in on the night she was admitted, 4 days before she died. I think the doctor had me down as some over protective mum when he saw me get distressed.
So now it's 4.03am and I have to be up for work at 6am.....buggar!