Montgomery Street have update their site. Sulya has been very busy, worn her fingers to the bone, by the looks of it.

Ben & Chris: When is a joke not a joke?
Three from Deus ex machina, this series is a personal favourite of mine: The Mismatch Unit , The Affluence of Incohol & Hark the...Who?
And a new series The Titans: Cam , Ben

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Himself has managed to break his shoulder. I spent four and a half hours in A & E last night after he fell up a step delivering a letter to the OAP bungalows, it had been delivered to us by mistake.

An hour in our local hospital, unfortunately no x-ray after 5.30pm and the silly bugger was only in the process of tripping himself up at that point, very inconsiderate of him – his timing sucks. They initially thought it was a rotator cuff injury, but gave us the option of going to Worcester where they had 24 hour x-ray facilities or we could return in the morning and see the radiographer then.

It didn’t take me long to decide. Himself was incapable of any real movement and he couldn’t hide the amount of pain he was in. So we spent a further three and half hours in Worcester. Where, I have to say – he received rave reviews. Everyone was interested in the x-ray of his shoulder - what an unusual break, quite rare in fact. It caused quite a stir. I'm so glad we made their evening – I told Himself that was his five minutes of fame used up.

The highlight of this experience - paying £3.50 to park. £15.00 after seven hours. I understand that this is a way for the hospital to top up their budget – but I can’t help thinking it was extortionate. It doesn't cost that much to park in Worcester City Centre.

And the silver lining in all of this - when we got home, Steve and Lucy had fed Granddad, fed the dogs and cat, put the ducks away for the night and prepared us something to eat. All without being asked, just because they cared and were worried about us. It completed knocked me sideways, I wasn’t expecting it – it opened the floodgates too and I had to escape upstairs for 10 minutes to get a grip.

Sleeping was nigh on impossible for Himself last night – the pain killers hardly touched it. I didn’t sleep very well either – so you can imagine my joy when the phone rang at 3.30am. The burglar alarm had been activated at work, and guess which manager lives the closest and is key holder number one – yes, yours truly.

That caused a few cross words. He couldn’t very well go with me and no way was he ‘allowing’ – yes, that word does rub me up the wrong way - me to go there on my own. In the end, I got Matthew to go with me. It had only been a silent alarm, which means only one circuit had been broken and with the gale that was blowing last night, I did wonder if a branch had broken a window.

When we got there we had a look around before going inside and discovered that the upstairs fire escape door was wide open. So we went back around the front and upon opening the door shouted – Police. We then listened to see if anyone ran. Nothing. In we walked. Of course this tripped the second sensor and the alarm sounded throughout the building and outside.

I entered my code – nothing happen, the bloody thing didn’t turn off. I tried several times more, still nothing. Maybe it was because the fire door was open. So we had a look downstairs for unwanted guests and then as I was walking upstairs my mobile rang. It was the alarm company, checking I was OK. Very nice of them, and they stayed on the phone until I checked upstairs. Locking the fire escape door, I went back to the alarm and tried my code again. Still nothing. Not to worry, said the lady, she’d call an engineer – would I be OK to wait. Not a problem, Matt and I sat down in reception, hoping the engineer would hurry up.

As I was sat there it suddenly dawn on me that I was an idiot, a complete fool, a halfwit – feel free to stop me at any time – I hadn’t been typing in my alarm code. No, I’d been typing in my bank pin number. No wonder it didn’t work. I managed to stop the engineers visited, reset the alarm and went back home to bed.

We were woken by Steve entering the house at 7.30am with my granddad’s newspaper. He’d called in on the way to work. He also let the ducks out and helped me get Himself up and out of bed. What did I do to deserve such a great son?

Outcome of visit to facture clinic – they can't do anything as such. Not that I expected anything else - he's got some heavy duty pain killers, a special sling and an appointment to go back in 4 weeks time, and they'll take it from there. He’s got to rest it, time being the healer and he’s not going to like that one little bit – Himself doesn’t do, doing nothing and in the process, no doubt he’ll drive me mad.