More injuries…

If the striken Bambi wasn’t enough for one household, Felice and Jasper joined the walking wounded last night.

We were happily ensconced on the sofa with the Doritoes and Philly dip, watching Grumpy Old Men (still sweet) and then The Golden Compass (excellent, really really brilliant, and that’s from someone who is an avid fan of the books), dog at our feet, and enjoying the smell of the pheasant and redcurrant casserole. Felice was fiddling around, leaning off the sofa to talk to the dog (he’s not allowed on the sofa), when suddenly she slipped and fell off and landed SMACK on her back on the wooden floor missing the rug (and the dog) by a good meter. There was a silence, and then the wail.

Bless her, she could hardly move it was so sore and I was worried about moving her at first because I didn’t know if she’d done any damage, so got her to move her hands and fingers and turn her head, but all seemed fine, so gingerly lifted her (she weights 4 stone these days – who says I need to go to the gym?!) up on to the sofa, and Cecily fetched the Rescue Remedy, arnica cream and tablets, and the ibupropin, and Doctor Mum was once again IN.

It obviously hurt like the blazes, but have to confess that once she was over the initial shock she made a bit of a meal of it, and managed to use it to lever getting the dog up on the sofa to cuddle with her, which is what she was after all along. Personally I think trying to break your spine to achieve a cuddle with your dog on the sofa is a trifle extreme, but that’s Floozy for you. Never a girl to do things by halves.

I then went upstairs and found Jasper the fleur de purr scrunched up under the radiator feeling sorry for himself. When I bent to stroke him he hissed, which is most unlike the cat, he’s usually the soppiest most easy going feline on the planet. So I picked him up and examined him fully, an so Vet Mum was then IN as well! No blood, but sensitive on his left and side, and his ear looked a little worse for wear. Obviously had had an altercation with one of the neighborhood moggies, but from the lack of cuts and tears it looks like he won. Perhaps having a dog living here isn’t so bad after all, hey Jazzy? lol…

He then snuck downstairs and snuggled with Cecily for a bit (dog in rightful place on the floor by this point), and we continued watching the Golden Compass, Felice identifying strongly with Lyra, Cecily loving the plot and characterisation, me was just happy watching Mr Daniel!!!

One of my five beaus rang at this point to have a chat and arrange a date, but I put him off til tomorrow, with all the excitement it really wasn’t the time for an intimate chat. I poured myself a fat glass of red wine (cab sav/merlot mix, very nice, and a gift from Carolyn for having Bree before and after school because they are stacked out at the moment) at this point before rejoining the film- I so deserved it!

Cat then disappeared upstairs and I served the pheasant casserole in bowls with plain boiled potatoes in front of the film, it was real comfort food and the girls loved it – Felice cheered up immensely and the back was suddenly much improved when she found she had a tasty pheasant leg to gnaw!

Mum’s view: all too much excitement really… when can I escape all of them and go away on holiday…?