Beck

Not the words you want to hear over the phone at work: from Tom, "Dad, we're off to A&E!" When pushed for details it turns out he'd banged up his wrist playing football and was in perfectly good spirits if a degree of pain. They gave him an x-ray but pronounced it okay - we just need to keep an eye on him, discourage football and try and avoid him becoming addicted to ibuprofen this week... The upshot was that Beck got to spend a portion of her birthday in the soul-destroying confines of the QMC. Plus, when she finally did get home for her birthday burritos and a glass of wine she had to put up with my cack-handed attempts at portraiture. At least Hector was understanding. Not technically great, perhaps, but this is my favourite - I just hope that she doesn't mind it too much! Happy Birthday, Beck!