What a weekend.

Friday night, Bobs and I had a party to go to, so that was good.

On Saturday we took Bobby’s mum to see Dover Castle (which is a really interesting day out, as you can see the castle itself as well as tour the tunnels in the famous white cliffs). We went home via Canterbury, so she could visit the cathedral. Canterbury is always beautiful, but at Christmas time it becomes quite magical, with all the lights and decorations. So that was also all good.

Sunday morning, Bobby went to his model plane flying group, I tackled the housework, and Bobby’s mum walked into town to go to church. Which is where things became less good, because she tripped on the kerb and, when she fell, her glasses frame cut her forehead quite badly, over her eye. First I knew about it was when I got a phone call from the hospital at lunchtime, telling me what had happened and where she was. We got to the hospital in time for me to go in with her when she was seen, and, seven stitches later, she looked a lot less frightening. She is feeling fine today – or so she says – though she has a terribly swollen face and a truly impressive black eye.

Seems like yesterday was an accident-prone day for Bobby’s family generally, since we got an email today from his sister, saying that she’d had a fall while shopping, and broken a rib.

Can only hope that they’ll all manage to stay on their feet for the rest of the holiday period.

Meanwhile, I’m counting down the days till term ends. Just four and a half more, and then I’m free for two whole weeks. Can’t wait.