And to think I nearly didn't make it to Alexandra Palace yesterday for the best exhibition I have seen in ages. Because at 5.30pm on Saturday, I was sat in A&E with a rather forlorn little Johnny. I thought he had broken his arm.
He was playing happily by himself and no one knows quite what happened. Johnny says he leaned on his hand and stretched too far and Andy found him whimpering and clutching his wrist. He wouldn't let us anywhere near it and was as white as a sheet and sweaty. Shock. So off we went for some x-rays, which didn't really show anything conclusive. So home we came again and have been dosing him up with alternative hits of Paracetamol and Ibuprofen ever since. He has still not used his arm though, so I think I am heading back there now to check it is really okay, because I'm not convinced.
And this is a bummer because I'm desperate to tell you all about the Knit and Stitch show. But I must sort out little one first.