Before we left I promised that I’d write about everything. Not just the fun stuff and beach photo’s but the challenges we face living on the road too.
So here comes a download, It’s a bit late (wifi issues). Not for sympathy, but for the sake of honesty….fun stuff to follow, promise.
After recovering from the crossing back to Liverpool, it hasn’t exactly been a pic-nic and we’ve not even left the UK yet.
One of the blinds fell off the wall. The dog has an ear infection (and it stinks!). We had to arrange a repair for our new tenants. The caravan sink has a hole in it and needs replacing (I hate DIY when I’ve got a Wickes around the corner, let alone in the middle of a field). Evie has an upset tummy. One of the cupboard handles fell off. It’s about 12 degrees and throwing it down with rain.
But all this was overshadowed when Delta fell around 14 feet from a climbing frame, landed on her face and knocked herself unconscious. It was without doubt, the single scariest moment of my life. Blue lights, sirens and doctors was our afternoon. Daddy and Delta spent the night in Bedford Hospital, her under observation with amnesia and concussion (a miracle it wasn’t worse) and me sitting alongside in an NHS issue plastic chair, so highly polished you’d slide off with the smallest movement.
Thank you to the friends that rallied around us. Andrew, Frankie, Kate and Martin who all helped with ferrying us about and Suzanne for bringing us back from the edge of sanity the following day.
Thanks also to the fabulous NHS; Boris…buy them some new chairs!
But now we’re in Belgium, I’m banking on beer and fries making this all go more smoothly.