I got home last night to find youngest lay on the sofa with his leg propped up by cushions surrounded by a group of adoring girls who he’d basically got wrapped around his little finger. They’d made him drinks and a sandwich – I’m sure that they’d probably plumped his pillows up as well as mopped his brow. Nothing was too much trouble for them.

I was in two minds as to whether I needed to sit down and have a woman to woman chat with them or suggest that they could have hoovered and dusted whilst they were at it.

Amazingly the walking wounded didn’t have a problem later that evening when his mates called to see if he was going to the British Legion to play darts. Apparently he can manage to stand upright with the aid of his crutches to throw a dart, making a sandwich or a drink is a totally different matter.

We’ve got to go back to see the consultant again next week, hopefully the swelling will have gone down by then – the bruising has already appeared. His knee and leg are as black as coal and in fairness to him it does look very painful. Nothing broken but until the swelling has reduced they can’t really tell if there is any damage to the ligaments. I’m hoping for badly sprained myself and come next week he’ll be able to put his foot to the floor again. Optimist that I am.

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I’ve now finished the interviews and by far the best applicant was the gentleman I interviewed before I went on holiday. I’ve offered him the job and he’s verbally accepted AND he can start straight away. Hooray. I’ve not made any decision yet on the other vacancy, I’ve decided that I’m not going to rush into employing the wrong person.

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Today’s pictures were taken yesterday morning, which started off a bit foggy and slowly changed. I was sat outside with my piece of toast watching the sunrise. They say the best things in life are free.