Yesterday evening I was looking forward to a mellow evening scoffing curry and indulging in some witty banter with ex-pat pals. Instead I got one that was as far from that as you can get: three hours in the Accident and Emergency Department at the Astrid Lindgren's Children's Hospital with Zoe. She had a nasty fall just as we got home from nursery and had two deep gashes in her brow that needed stitching.
Once she'd got over the initial shock of the blood gushing from her head she was as good as gold. She has such a sunny disposition.
In fact she was in good spirits all the time until it was time for the stitching.
Then she screamed her head off and peed all over me. Can't blame her!
Today she's cheerful and naughty as ever! She'd only been up five minutes before she was sneaking into the cupboard to scoff sweets from Kai's secret stash.
Poor little sausage!
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