Do you see that crack in the plastic? My little boy did that – with his leg. He fell on it and he now has a huge purple haematoma and a zig-zaggy shaped cut from the sharp metal bit that cuts the sellotape.
The bruise is shaped like a butterfly – the cut in the middle being the body and the bruises at either side being the wings. But my little boy says it’s a racing car – one of those roaring, revving things with the huge wheels.
He had a swimming class with school yesterday and I was bothered all day that the strict lady instructor would see the nasty bruise and think he was an abused child.
Nobody came and took him away from me so all is well in the world. Well apart from me being poorly and all sorry for myself. There aren’t enough hours in the day and I don’t have time to be ill so I guess I’ll have to stock up on the oranges and lemons.
Normal blogging will resume just as soon as the great gods of time are struck with a rare dose of benevolence and extend the extremely limiting 24 hour clock by an hour or three.