A nasty shock

My shift was manic at work, as the phone calls were relentless from the minute the phone lines opened. We were taking calls for our Derbyshire centre as their phone line was down, so that made it a lot busier. I had to help out several times and answer calls about bookings for the centre, something I'd never done before!

At least I put on the swim camps for the second week, though, in the quiet period before 10am! That's one less thing to worry about! It was a relief to leave at 4pm and head home. It felt muggy and close, and the forecast thunderstorms hadn't happened today. Typical! We get weather warnings and nothing happens, yet yesterday, when we didn't have any, we had torrential rain and thunder!

As I was chatting to Keith in the kitchen, my phone rang, and it was the care home. Both my parents had fallen, and the staff had found them on the floor. It looked like Dad had tried to go to the loo on his own and fallen, with Mum going to his aid and falling, too. She was complaining of pain in her hip, so an ambulance had been called.

I was shocked and just hoped that she hadn't broken her hip. I managed to get hold of her later in the evening, and she was still lying in an ambulance. The paramedic didn't think she'd broken it, but until they do an X-ray, they can't be sure. I asked to be kept in touch and made sure they had my mobile number.

It was an evening of worry, and I felt quite down about everything. Hardly a week goes by without some kind of drama lately! After eating Sophie's delicious chicken and leek pie, we watched some more of the Tour de France. Tomorrow, it's coming from Provence, and they're taking in Chateauneuf-du-Pape and Mont Ventoux. We were planning on watching it with French food and a bottle of the wine. That may have to wait until later in the week!