What do crochet, senior moments and mud have in common?
Well the answer is me!
It has been a looooong week…let’s just say that. Yesterday I was the Duty Health Visitor in the office, we take it in turns to triage calls and sort out various problems…I won’t bore you with the detail. I took a call from a worried parent and said I’d get the Duty Health Visitor (which was me…I just forgot!!) After several enquiries amongst my colleagues I was gently reminded (actually,ribbed to the max) it was me. I returned to the phone and in a posher voice said Duty Health Visitor, how can I help you?
This was followed later in the day when I received an email from my GP asking me to attend a well woman check (for women over a certain age)…sigh!
Then…yes there is more! I had to ask to borrow my Mom’s glasses for the very first time ever to read a food packet.
Oh my!…little signs.
Another feature looming large in my week has been mud…lots of mud. I have become a rugby mamma and I need help! How on earth do I get this….erm…earth out of his kit.
Please let me have any top tips for getting rid of all this mud!