Sometimes, when deciding what to write for this blog, we work out who has had the most interesting week or weekend. Unfortunately, I have had a very dramatic weekend, so you've got the wonderwifey to chat to you this week.
Training Day
This weekend saw me and my lovely sister headed down to ‘that London’ to help Sarah to pack some of her life into a van and transport it to Chester.
If all goes to plan, she will be relocating from London (where she has been based for far too long) to Chester. She truly loves being a paramedic, but really wants to be a paramedic somewhere more sedate than the hustle, bustle, and drama of the capital city.
The weekend began really smoothly, a nice train journey to Kings Cross from Mirfield, involving a nice cup of tea and a few hours with my book followed by a very short walk to a different train station to catch the train to Streatham. The place where we would meet the Sarah creature.
Pack Up
My sense of direction is more than horrendous, but because my sister’s is slightly better we managed to get to our destination without any hitches at all—maybe, we thought—this was going to be the lovely relaxing few days we both really wanted. But oh how wrong we were!
After a short stroll, and a few small flights of concrete steps, we arrived at Sarah's and were greeted by Cosmo the dog (Sarah's flatmate's shadow).
The kettle was quickly put on, and we discussed our plan of action for the next few hours.
Sarah had been pretty organised, and had most of her belongings either dismantled or safely in boxes, it was just a case of getting the boxes from upstairs indoors, and everything down a few flights of steps and into the van.
Simples !.
Being typical Yorkshire women, we quickly just got on with it, and the van started filling up nicely. We were even at the point, about 2 hours in, to start thinking of stopping, ordering some supper, and leaving the rest until the morning.
There was still a TV unit and a few more boxes to ferry, so we made the decision to do this, then stop.
All Fall Down
My sister and I decided that we were fine to tackle the TV unit between the two of us. Despite the fact that I hate walking backwards, I went first, walking forwards really slowly and really carefully.
I thought we were doing really well until I got to the last flat bit before the last set of steps. I must have gone a bit fast, which caused my poor sister to lose control and fall down two steps. The noise she made was dramatic, and her face told me that this wasn't going to be as straightforward as a little trip.
Sarah quickly went into work mode, and assessed the injury, whilst I sprinted (yeah right) up the stairs to get pain relief.
The ankle looked sore, but as always our resident medical professional knew the right course of action, and to be honest, none of us wanted to be visiting a busy London hospital on a Saturday night.
To cut a long story short, after eating a cheeky Nandos, some pain relief and a little time (in which time her ankle began to resemble a balloon) we made the decision that Sarah would drive us to the nearest casualty department, drop us off and Sarah should come home and get some sleep as she would be driving the van all the way back to Yorkshire the next day.
Spare Ribs
The hospital (Kings College) was mahoosive. We booked in the patient, this proving difficult as In the huge rush I had forgotten to pick up my glasses. Throughout the experience, my daughter took great joy in reminding me that my actions had caused the accident, but I hadn't actually pushed my sister down some steps, but more accurately pulled her.
We laughed a lot, crafted activities with the paper cups, and people watched, and despite my sister and Sarah ribbing me constantly, we survived the experience and have all lived to tell the tale.
Oh, and by the way, the ankle was actually found to be broken in two places (Guilt, Guilt), so my sister effectively got out of doing any more packing and carrying, despite her trying to help on numerous occasions.
Hopefully this is a lasting memory of a really productive and useful time. A time when two sisters travelled to help Sarah pack her London life in a van, underwent a small trip to a big hospital where my sister acquired a big boot, and where we all laughed, sang, ate lots of snacks and had an adventure that we will remember for a very long time to come .
Until next time!
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Hey, there! If you enjoyed reading any of the above, why not take a look at some of my published work? Below you’ll find links to a number of short stories I’m lucky enough to have included in anthologies. I’d love to know what you think. My debut novel, The Heart That Died is also due to be published on the 1st of May so keep ‘em peeled for that, too!
New Tales Of Old
Death Ship
Pestilence: Drabbles 1
Reaperman: Drabbles 3
The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu
Eldritch Investigations
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