Wee lead slippers

Autism here we come ...

Aye, wee Ellen had her MMR and some other jag today. Poor wee pet. I had to pin her down while the Wicked Witch of the Surgery stuck needles in her. One in each arm. Didn't wail. More whole-body heaving sobs of betrayal.

Haircare Brechin style

Yes, a boy's spiky bed hair cured by the application of a manky dish cloth. Because he's worth it.

  

A cartoon bump for Ellen

Check the napper on her. Went to a cottage for the weekend over the school holiday last week. Hardly in the place five minutes and what does she do? Throws herself down the stairs right onto her forehead, which immediately comes up in the most impressive cartoon bump. Didn't try pushing it to see if it would come up somewhere else but it was a dramatic swelling.

Anyway, the good people at NHS 24 decided that in the absence of bleeding from the ears, nose or eyes, dizziness, bogginess in the swelling (what would that show: brain?), we were spared the drive and long wait at a hospital. But was she deterred from climbing the stairs? No way.

 

Well, you could hardly say they patter

I mean, once there's two of them running on wooden floors, in their wee clumpy shoes.

Aye so, I thought I'd revive the old blog and just pretend that it hadn't been dead for almost two years. The usual stuff and nonsense. Maybe a bit more general and less wean-centred.