Expect the unexpected

When you think you have everything under control, you realise soon enough you don’t. It’s what they call Murphy’s Law -  in other words, everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

As I was submitting my morning blog entry and was just about to get on with some work I got a call from Victoria’s school. Victoria had injured herself during her gym lesson and her arm might be fractured. 10 minutes later I had Reinout’s colleague at my door.  I was still trying to get through to the doctor and wasn’t even dressed yet. Sebastian was crying and Cecile, our Jack Russel was barking. It was a mad house. I pulled on a track suit, inserted my contact lenses and applied some mascara to at least give a decent impression. Another 10 minutes later we were on our way to Victoria’s school.

The doctor’s office was busy. We had to wait for an hour before it was our turn. Victoria was in good spirits and I suspected that perhaps it wasn’t all as bad as I’d been told. The doctor didn’t suspect so either but just to be sure sent her for an x-ray.

Another hour of waiting followed at the hospital. Great! Like my day is a completely empty canvas ready to be filled in with unforseable adventures. Fortunately there was nothing fractured, just a bad bruise.  At 2 pm I was back in the boudoir doubling as my office. I was tempted to turn it into its official function again by shovelling all the papers and notebooks and laptop on the floor and catch some sleep. But the coffee had already started to kick in and I decided against it. Instead I’ve been trying to catch up on my action list for today. I am half way there…