Well, they do say that things happen in threes, but in this case the bad luck fairy seems to be good at multiplications.

First, there was hubby dearest slicing his leg open on a parking post. That was - in a word - gross beyond all telling. I’m not incredibly squeamish, but when I can see the bone, I know it’s time for someone to pass the bucket. Then Tiny Flirt pushed in the lunch queue yesterday, toppled over and got a huge bump on his head from headbutting the skirting board. Finally, not to be outdone, Little Madam decided to go bungee jumping without the cord in the playground this lunchtime and is mildy concussed with a lump the size of a turkey just above her left eye.

So I’m home from school, and watching my step. But also partly celebrating. It was excellent timing on Little Madam’s part. At least I don’t get to teach bottom end Year 10 this afternoon!