Patched up

A morning of waiting for doctors and anaethetists punctuated by trying to play in the play room while we waited for the call to go to theatre. That came around lunchtime and, once he'd gone in, Louisa and me went to get some lunch for us and snacks for Owen.
When he came out he was pretty tired still so had a nice long sleep when we were back on the ward. Thankfully his arm had been straightforward to set so it will be a check up next week to make sure it's healing properly. Out about 4 o'clock, he agreed to a picture (looking sad on purpose) to let grandparents know he was OK.

The outcome was somewhat familiar*. 

Oh, and then of course there was a stop-off at McDonald's on the way home.