Help!

Sorry, all you people of the House of Stories, but all things have been coming at me at once. To put it briefly, one of our windows was badly cracked in the early hours of Saturday morning, then Tony, who was away at a conference, fell while trying to get a photograph and gashed his hand really very severely, needing treatment. Our friends the godfamily have been camping nearby and we had all sorts of great ideas about what we'd do and where we'd go, then a quick trip to the supermarket with my friend finished with Very Small Goddaughter being violently sick in the back of the car.

Friend (as above) suddenly had crippling headaches yesterday and was whizzed into A and E. Lovely older son and Lady Sunshine went to look after the children until their dad came back from the hospital. Today, Tony and I gathered them all up until their mum was given massive quantities of medication and discharged.

Oh, and I didn't mention that above husband went with Lovely Older Son on a four hour round trip on Sunday because Tony still couldn't drive, so they could bring back Tony, his passengers, and the car.

This, too, is a story. It's a story about how people help each other through crises. We have kept eldest goddaughter as a memento. Or a hostage.

Tomorrow, perhaps we'll be back to normal. Then again...