L tells me she needs kicking out of bed this morning. I try to do so gently but gently doesn’t really work, though she is eventually up well before me. She’s out with the dogs and back before I have the boys’ breakfast out which doesn't go down well with MD, who looks well confused by that turn of events. He wants his breakfast and he wants it now. I’m feeling rebellious and make him wait.
There’s a bit of a chill in the air this morning and it’s a scrape the car day. Definitely a porridge morning but I’ve barely finished getting my oats before I’m dragged into an early morning meeting. I don’t get chance to inform L of my safe arrival and she automatically assumes I’ve parked the car in a ditch somewhere along the A52. Which would almost have been preferable to the meeting.
Some things are sent to challenge me. L sends me shopping for baking soda but of course I can’t find it. I enlist help but the shop assistant is convinced that no such product as Baking Soda exists any more. I either need Baking Powder or Bicarbonate of Soda? L has a ‘recipe’ that mixes baking soda with bleach for spreading on the ceiling to remove mould. Baking Powder apparently is good for cakes but not so good for ceilings, although Bicarbonate of Soda might me, but I decide I best check back with L first. The whole cocktail sounds deadly for the person stood underneath spreading it on the ceiling.
I have part two of my first aid course tonight.
Thoroughly enjoyable. The chance to slap people repeatedly on the back, hard, and try out the Heimlich Maneuver. Yep, we’re covering choking this week. Along with spinal injuries, shock, heart attack, asthma attacks, breakages and bleeding. Bleeding involves mummifying each other up (kind of) which is great fun.
Then to close I sit my first exam for around twenty years and get ten out of ten. Gimme that first aid certificate. Off home to practice on L.
(Tuesday 18th January)
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