Panic stations
Dec. 23rd, 2012 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI wole up this morning feeling reasonably on top of the Christmas preparations: not ready, of course, never that, but we had done the food shopping (bar the turkey, which has to be collected tomorrow), we had written all the cards, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler had delivered the local ones in person, there was a bowlful of dried fruit macerating for the cake, we were making progress. Today I would finish off a website task, clean the sitting room so that we could erect the tree and decorate it, and maybe make the beds for our Christmas Day guests, or wrap a last few gifts...
I wasn't even unduly fazed whendurham_rambler announced that the car had a flat tyre, and while he took it to be repaired, would I look at this draft letter to a prospective client? It would be good to get that letter out before Christmas, wouldn't it?
But when I tidied away that site update, and went downstairs to start on the tidying up operations, I was interrupted by a cry from the kitchen, wheredurham_rambler was attempting to whittle down the trunk of the tree so it would fit the stand. I should have known better than to let him play with the stanley knife: he had cut his wrist, and there was blood all over the place. I'll say straight away that although we called the emergency services, it is not a large cut, he has not lost a significant amount of blood (from the questions we were asked repeatedly, I would define a significant amount as a teacup full) and no emergency vehicles were involved. A kind neighbour delivered him to A & E at the local hospital, where they put a stitch in the wound and a clean sticky plaster over it, and collected him afterwards. None of this was pleasant, but none of it is life-threatening.
Inconvenient, though, it's certainly that. Add to the tasks I didn't accomplish because of this distraction the clearing up the accident itself made necessary, and the things whichdurham_rambler won't feel able to do, and I now don't see how everything is to be done in the time available. No doubt there's something I could be doing, even at this hour, but I don't intend to. I'm going to bed.
Have a picture, as a counterpoint tosovay's lovely tree-trimming post:
durham_rambler had delivered the local ones in person, there was a bowlful of dried fruit macerating for the cake, we were making progress. Today I would finish off a website task, clean the sitting room so that we could erect the tree and decorate it, and maybe make the beds for our Christmas Day guests, or wrap a last few gifts...I wasn't even unduly fazed when
durham_rambler announced that the car had a flat tyre, and while he took it to be repaired, would I look at this draft letter to a prospective client? It would be good to get that letter out before Christmas, wouldn't it?But when I tidied away that site update, and went downstairs to start on the tidying up operations, I was interrupted by a cry from the kitchen, where
durham_rambler was attempting to whittle down the trunk of the tree so it would fit the stand. I should have known better than to let him play with the stanley knife: he had cut his wrist, and there was blood all over the place. I'll say straight away that although we called the emergency services, it is not a large cut, he has not lost a significant amount of blood (from the questions we were asked repeatedly, I would define a significant amount as a teacup full) and no emergency vehicles were involved. A kind neighbour delivered him to A & E at the local hospital, where they put a stitch in the wound and a clean sticky plaster over it, and collected him afterwards. None of this was pleasant, but none of it is life-threatening.Inconvenient, though, it's certainly that. Add to the tasks I didn't accomplish because of this distraction the clearing up the accident itself made necessary, and the things which
durham_rambler won't feel able to do, and I now don't see how everything is to be done in the time available. No doubt there's something I could be doing, even at this hour, but I don't intend to. I'm going to bed.Have a picture, as a counterpoint to
sovay's lovely tree-trimming post:
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Date: 2012-12-23 11:00 pm (UTC)I would recommend the confistickation of all sharp implements, but Karen would snort and make some acid comment about pots and kettles. (Mind you, all the blood I spilled yesterday was where she cut me her own self, so it ain't just me.)
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:40 pm (UTC)...and she would not be alone. But I blame myself for letting him play with knives unsupervised - he has form.
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Date: 2012-12-23 11:31 pm (UTC)Poor fellow. As one who has twice decaptitated fingers, I deeply sympathise. And poor you: more anxiety, less working time, and more work.
I prescribe a couple of stiff drinks.
Nine
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:40 pm (UTC)Tonight, certainly. And thank you.
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Date: 2012-12-24 05:05 pm (UTC)A longer post below …
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Date: 2012-12-24 05:17 am (UTC)I hope the sun accepted the sacrifice . . .
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Date: 2012-12-24 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-24 05:11 pm (UTC)Longer post below.
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Date: 2012-12-24 08:17 am (UTC)Glad it's not too serious!
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Date: 2012-12-24 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-24 04:54 pm (UTC)And my trip to A&E proved a lot less troublesome than it might have been: no discernible drunks and I was seen and stitched up in not much more than an hour. And all, I will add for the benefit of anybody who doubts the value of a National Health Service, at no cost at all, except a bottle of wine donated as a thank-you gift to the neighbour who ran me to the hospital and collected me when the work was done.
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Date: 2012-12-24 08:18 pm (UTC)And now you can truly say that this was the Christmas that you had to get bloodstains out of the carpet. Assuming that this is the first time. ;-/
SO GLAD THAT YOU ARE OK.
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