Lottie32
17-04-04, 19:42
Thought I would share my easter holiday with you, particularly cos I know Nic loves laughing at my downfalls (LOL), but when I really weight it up, it's no wonder I suffer from anxiety and panic, and am off my rocker most of the time.
Thursday - break up 5 long days to chill and relax - hurrah!!
Friday - lovely morning.Up early, mucked out the horses, quick shower, and down to my best friends to help her in her salon, as Sarah was on holiday. Nice afternoon, and got my hair coloured for free as a thank you. Quick trip to Safeway for some tea, home for another shower, and down to the pub to work. (Bit of a wobble first, as realised that as the landlord and landlady were hosting their own engagement party, I would be working with the strange new woman and not little Dave) Obviously she isn't actually strange, but a stranger to me.
Anyway, once I was there, and apart from not finishing till 1.30, everything was fine.
Saturday - up early, gym for an hour, mucked out the horses, then quick shower before I met Nic in the pub for a brew. She was dropping in on her way from Bristol to Harrogate where she was spending the weekend with her friend. When we got to the pub, we discovered that our pub team was playing at home against Stonebroom - the local grudge derby. So we decided to go up, and watch till half time, then disappear our separate ways - I'd got to buy food, cos mum was away again.
Well it was really gripping - so gripping in fact we decided to see it out till the bitter end. Until .... a little girl came over and asked for a blanket and a bandage as somebody had hurt themselves. I was too engrosed in the game to even notice, but Jan went to look and came back and told me it was a real proper medical emergency!!! (I'm a first aider at work - nothing special).
So I ran to the car, got my first aid kit, and climed over the gate to the swings. A little lad had fallen off the monkey bars and some dodgy bloke, obviously a labour voter, was trying to put a bandage around this kids arm. (He was wearing rimless glasses and had a goatee - and nobody with ginga hair should be allowed to grow a goatee - sorry all you ginger headed people out there). Anyway, the kid was crying and shouting no so I asked if he'd called an ambulance. He said no - he was trying to bandage the arm first. I've only got a basic 4 day certificate, but this kids arm was sticking out at right angles to his body, and even a blind man in a sandstorm could see it was broken.
So I got all bossy, shouted at the hoards of kids to go away and phoned 999 (I've never had to do that before). Then I got into an argument with the operator who wanted to know my mobile number. How do I know - I never phone myself!!!! I then asked one of the kids to go to the end of the road so the crew knew where to go, and of course they all wanted to do it, so hurrah, no more kids. Jan went and got a blanket and some coats out of my car, and we wrapped him up and stuck his legs in the air.
When the paramedics came, we had to give him gas and air in order to get him on a stretcher to carry him out of the play area, as somebody on the parish council had lost the keys, and the gates were padlocked (this apparently, led to a three hour discussion at the parish council meeting - it's all go where I live I tell you)
By the time everything was sorted, it was too late to go shopping, and I ended up with a scrappy tea cunningly conjured up using some sprouting potatoes and green furry cheese!
After a few pints in the local, I went home for an early night in order to be fresh for Sunday, when I was doing a few hours behind the bar in my friends pub.
Sunday - up early to do the horses. At 11.20 I got a call from little Dave at the pub - could I get there asap as Lorraine (his fiance) had to go to hospital. As he sounded so calm, and she does all the cooking, I just naively presumed that she had cut her finger and needed a few stitches. (Yesterdays fiasco should have given me a hint really).
I got there at ten to twelve, with attractive wet hair (which goes fri
Thursday - break up 5 long days to chill and relax - hurrah!!
Friday - lovely morning.Up early, mucked out the horses, quick shower, and down to my best friends to help her in her salon, as Sarah was on holiday. Nice afternoon, and got my hair coloured for free as a thank you. Quick trip to Safeway for some tea, home for another shower, and down to the pub to work. (Bit of a wobble first, as realised that as the landlord and landlady were hosting their own engagement party, I would be working with the strange new woman and not little Dave) Obviously she isn't actually strange, but a stranger to me.
Anyway, once I was there, and apart from not finishing till 1.30, everything was fine.
Saturday - up early, gym for an hour, mucked out the horses, then quick shower before I met Nic in the pub for a brew. She was dropping in on her way from Bristol to Harrogate where she was spending the weekend with her friend. When we got to the pub, we discovered that our pub team was playing at home against Stonebroom - the local grudge derby. So we decided to go up, and watch till half time, then disappear our separate ways - I'd got to buy food, cos mum was away again.
Well it was really gripping - so gripping in fact we decided to see it out till the bitter end. Until .... a little girl came over and asked for a blanket and a bandage as somebody had hurt themselves. I was too engrosed in the game to even notice, but Jan went to look and came back and told me it was a real proper medical emergency!!! (I'm a first aider at work - nothing special).
So I ran to the car, got my first aid kit, and climed over the gate to the swings. A little lad had fallen off the monkey bars and some dodgy bloke, obviously a labour voter, was trying to put a bandage around this kids arm. (He was wearing rimless glasses and had a goatee - and nobody with ginga hair should be allowed to grow a goatee - sorry all you ginger headed people out there). Anyway, the kid was crying and shouting no so I asked if he'd called an ambulance. He said no - he was trying to bandage the arm first. I've only got a basic 4 day certificate, but this kids arm was sticking out at right angles to his body, and even a blind man in a sandstorm could see it was broken.
So I got all bossy, shouted at the hoards of kids to go away and phoned 999 (I've never had to do that before). Then I got into an argument with the operator who wanted to know my mobile number. How do I know - I never phone myself!!!! I then asked one of the kids to go to the end of the road so the crew knew where to go, and of course they all wanted to do it, so hurrah, no more kids. Jan went and got a blanket and some coats out of my car, and we wrapped him up and stuck his legs in the air.
When the paramedics came, we had to give him gas and air in order to get him on a stretcher to carry him out of the play area, as somebody on the parish council had lost the keys, and the gates were padlocked (this apparently, led to a three hour discussion at the parish council meeting - it's all go where I live I tell you)
By the time everything was sorted, it was too late to go shopping, and I ended up with a scrappy tea cunningly conjured up using some sprouting potatoes and green furry cheese!
After a few pints in the local, I went home for an early night in order to be fresh for Sunday, when I was doing a few hours behind the bar in my friends pub.
Sunday - up early to do the horses. At 11.20 I got a call from little Dave at the pub - could I get there asap as Lorraine (his fiance) had to go to hospital. As he sounded so calm, and she does all the cooking, I just naively presumed that she had cut her finger and needed a few stitches. (Yesterdays fiasco should have given me a hint really).
I got there at ten to twelve, with attractive wet hair (which goes fri