One Armed Bandit...

We were walking the dog this morning when the worst problem was that we noticed that we'd gotten the wrong day for the rugby tournament we told them Ewan would play in.

Then Bethany went for a cartwheel on the wet grass and provided me with another indelible memory.  That being the sound of her forearm snapping.  She went down like a very loud sack of potatoes.

Luckily being beside the rugby club, with the beginning of a tournament, there was a student nurse on call for first aid.  We took off Bethany's jumper and he just said (and it was obvious) that it was broken and we needed to get to the hospital.  The rest of the day was just a bit harrowing with all the pain she's been in and not being able to do much about it.  She got a temporary plaster put on it but we need to head to the hospital consultant to get it set properly.

She's been rather brave about it but she's not been happy about it in the slightest and thankfully she's down to a bit  of calm and getting some sleep on her mummy's shoulder on the couch.

Sheesh, not nice at all.

If you've got the stomach for it, check out the extra photos.