You know when you get that feeling of déjà vu; well I’m experiencing it at the moment.

Son went to hospital yesterday only to be told that the x-ray department closed at 5 p.m. so he could either come back in the morning or go to Worcester, where there just happened to be a slight delay of 6 – 7 hours before he’d get to see someone. If nothing else I’ve learnt from husband’s shoulder incident that even if we went to Worcester he'd just get given pain killers and told to go back the next day, so this time we allowed them to strap it up and send him home on crutches.

Poor kid, I wouldn’t say he’s the safest person to be in left in charge of a pair of crutches, it’s a wonder he made it through to this morning without doing himself further damage by falling over. And to top it all he had to let me help him get undressed, I had to promise to keep my eyes closed at certain points in the proceedings.

So to this morning and the visit to the hospital. I should have known what sort of day it was going to be when I had problems getting a parking ticket. It bloody annoys me having to pay £2.50 to park for 2 hours so I was well pissed off when I put £3.00 in the machine and it refused to give me a ticket. It demanded the exact amount.

Any normal parking meter is happy to accept overpayment – it’s usually ecstatic to keep the change. Oh no, not this one. I had to wander around the hospital until I could find someone who could change a pound coin for me, by that stage I’d have willingly just swapped my pound coin for fifty pence.

Anyway the good news is nothing is broken – the bad news is we’ve got to go to Worcester tomorrow to see the consultant as they're fairly sure that he’s damaged either the ligaments or tendons. So I guess that makes me a truly awful mother as I made him go to his work placement. He spent the best part of the day limping around until the company rang up and said he really ought to be at home; his knee had swollen out of all proportion by that stage.

I just hope it doesn’t take too long tomorrow as I’m meant to be attending the funeral of a retired work colleague, she died suddenly last week. I’ve had to make arrangements for someone else to attend if I don’t get back in time although I’m not too happy about that as she was member of my team and I feel I ought to be there.

I wonder what the rest of the year holds – it’s probably a good job you can’t see into the future you could end up permanently depressed.

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I left Dilys an application form on her desk with a note attached asking that she ring one of the references that had been given as there was only a mobile number and no address.

When I came in this morning she informed me that she’d spoken to the man who was willing to give a verbal reference at the moment as he was away on business. She’d had a ten minute conversation with him on his mobile before she discovered he was currently in Lithuania. I wonder how much that call will cost.