Teen son injured his ankle playing football after school last night. Who can blame him for heading off to the nearest park with his friends on a day that freakishly turned warm and sunny and do you know what? There was no rain. Hubby rang in to tell me he was delayed by a traffic jam on the motorway, so I helped myself to a glass of wine and started to browse through some Thursday thirteen’s.

So no sooner am I half way down the glass than the phone begins to ring, it is teen son with the injured ankle. Assessment of said injury makes me doubt a fracture, so I apply ice and administer paracetamol and put him to rest. Hubby arrives home in reasonable spirits despite everything. We watch the England friendly, which is inexplicably lost to some country called Belarus, roll on the world cup!

So this morning, it is obvious that teen son will not be up to school, and it is the last day before half term anyway. So when he proclaims great pain, I begin to doubt my diagnosis, as I am after all only a nurse, a non practicing one at that and no type of quacktitioner! So off we go to Hospital. I have forgotten about the children’s Accident and Emergency so we are seen in a room full of toys and a picture of Wallace (of Wallace and grommit) amongst others. The xray confirms my diagnosis so off to work I go (relieved that I can leave him to his playstation without guilt, who said being a mother of a teen was any easier than being the mother of a small child?).

I am interviewing people for an investigation about someone suspended for unprofessional behaviour; a whole can of worms begins to emerge! More next week! Next back to the office, for emails, when one of my team calls in to offer her sudden and unexpected resignation. We haven’t always seen eye to eye, but she is a reasonable worker and I am not quite sure how we will cope for the next couple of months. Also not sure we can fill her post, what with vacancy controls (new word now the freeze is off). So seeing that it is 4pm, I decide to call the shortened day to an end and head home. Hubby is off for male bonding, so teen son and I decide to go for pizza which I accompany with a beer.

So here we are at the Big Brother first eviction night, I am not sure what I am doing here as I think I am getting past it. But sad person that I am, it is beginning to grow more interesting by the hour. Obviously there is little hope for me now; bring me coffee and chocolate please!