Bed #4347

It was touch and go whether there would be a blip today. The phone call from the school nurse was a wee bittie more worrying than the usual "could you bring a change of clothes, there's been an unfortunate accident with some partially digested breakfast".

We're still not 100% sure what happened, but it appears that, immediately after this morning's rain, the wee G was trying to intercept a tricky cross carpark pass in what was a very close game of handball. He misjudged the traction required underfoot, ended up executing one and a half somersaults when a full two were required; landed on his head and knocked himself spark out, unconscious.

By the time I saw him, G had him in hospital and the brain scan had been performed (didn't find anything; boom, boom!). As you can see from the blip, he hasn't lost his appetite.

What are you supposed to do with them?

I was going to put more thought and effort into today's back blip as I've got as far as our whale watching trip, but I'm feeling a bit emotionally drained. Maybe I'll edit it later.