Elastoplast

Collecting our small people this evening revealed that both are now damaged. Sadly, I suspect they are technically out of warranty.

Big managed to get a couple of rather nasty splinters in her finger at the weekend, had on the spot professional medical care and declined the offer of splinter removal. On Monday, she summoned the courage to have the larger one removed but is still suffering with the smaller one, which now appears to be nicely inaccessible. So she counts as walking wounded.

Tonight Small explained at considerable length how he had managed to graze both his knees this morning. Sadly, after the application of plasters and general patching up this evening, he somehow lost the ability to straighten his legs, so had to be carried up to bed. Jax is currently applying telephonic sticking plaster to her evening shift, I think. … … .. … Oh no she’s not, judging by the sound effects, Small needs additional maintenance.

So, all round, an Elastoplast kind of day.