Nan had been staying with us since Easter and it didn’t take long before she got quite restless and wanted to return home, so on Friday I took her back to Thurcroft. During the week, Sarah was involved in a two-day walk for the ‘Duke of Edinburgh Award’ and then went out in the wilds of Leicestershire hiking and camping. Sue and I had booked to see ‘Eastern Promises’ at the local Cinema (very good, but gory) so I didn’t manage to take Nan back to Thurcroft until 10pm. As expected, the motorway was very quiet and we got there at around 11.30pm, feeling very we went straight to bed!

The following day (Saturday) we were having new doors fitted, and the carpenters were arriving at 8.30am, which meant I was up at 5.30am and driving south on the motorway for 6am. The two ‘chippies’ arrived on time and began work straight away, I had to be at school at 9 am to officiate at a soccer tournament. The school team won one game, drew one and lost one. Thankfully, it was a bright but cold day, perfect for playing footy.

I arrived home around 12.30 pm and was expecting to grab a sandwich and then drive to Deepings (about an hour away) with the Colts to coach them in a fixture, but luckily the match had been cancelled earlier that morning. Instead, I watched Tigers play the Ospreys, it was an awful game and I wish I had gone to Deepings! The Tigers were inept and deservedly lost.

Late in the afternoon we then had a phone call from Charlotte to inform us that Lucas had been rushed to the hospital. He had got into the bathroom where the bath was being run with hot water and he had toppled in. He has scalded his hands to just beyond the wrists. He was later transferred from Newark hospital to the burn’s unit at Nottingham. The right-hand doesn’t seem to be too bad, but the left hand is causing concern. The poor lad is on morphine to control the pain though I am sure he doesn’t understand what is happening. It looks like he will be there for quite a few days. As you would expect, Charlotte and Suraj are distraught. Hopefully, the Unit will work its magic and with luck, this will become just a bad memory and nothing more. We hope so.

Jamie has arranged to go to Bournemouth with a friend (male) next weekend. It is his birthday, and he will have reached the grand old age of 19 yrs.  He seems quite excited about the trip and looking forward to it.

At the weekend, Simon ran in the London Marathon. Philippa and Paul went to watch him, while the family (and Nan) watched it on TV hoping to catch a glimpse of him, unfortunately, we didn’t, but not surprising with 30000+ runners.

This week I planted several rows of carrots.