Well we were on track for an uncomplicated week Gavin and I home alone, kids off to Grannies to swim in the pool all week, eat pizza and go to the cinema.
Happy and blissful was I driving home from Ste Foy market chatting to Emily.
Ring ring....."Hi Dad....... yes we are in Montpon..........He did what!!"
Me "Who did what?"
Emily "Patrick stabbed his arm with a knife. Mum! Don't worry he is in an ambulance on his way to Libourne which is why we need to hurry so Dad can follow the amblance".
A while later at home, following the blood trail into the house, it turns out Number 3 coped remarkably well in a stressful situation and fetched and carried phones and tea towels to make a pressure bandage staying perfectly calm taking it all her stride, whilst her brother lay on the floor concious but in shock under a blanket waiting for Dad (who was round the corner) and/or the ambulance to arrive and take over.
The local drums were already beating at the sound of the sirens as our lovely neighbour appeared at the crossroads to see if she could be of any asistance whilst Gavin and Patrick waited for the ambulance. And about an hour for the first call from a friend of Patricks in Ireland to enquire after the invalid.
Later, at the hospital and after 5 blood soaked bandages, the doctor decided he required immediate surgery. So straight to theatre, general anaesthetic, 30 minutes in surgery, 10 stitches (7 on the top of the arm and 3 on the bottom) and who knows how many inside, holding the artery together, 2 hours recovering, a drip, private room and satellite telly we have our mended boy back.The lovely nurses provided the following picture and said it was quite fiddly work. Don't you just love modern technology.
It is never dull chez nous!
See you all soon