Just arrived back home from another couple of days in the student house whilst senior daughter went back to RVI to have her cast removed and her leg inspected, stitches removed, wounds prodded, leg manipulated and recast – causing much wincing from both her and myself.

Experienced a fracture clinic which worked like clockwork with everything happening as planned, no waiting and seamless transition from plaster room, Xray, consultant and physio.

The NHS at its best and I will say it again – RVI Newcastle, you rock!

There’s nothing like sharing accommodation with a number of lithe limbed, clear skinned, wrinkle free, bushy tailed, hangover proof, 20 year olds to highlight one’s own advancing years, haggard face, fading features and sagging extremities.
Had a delightful time listening to tales of their exploits, told as only they can – through the prism of having just discovered life, getting drunk, partying, repeatedly losing wallets, ID, phones and a little of their dignity but enjoying every minute and being immensely cool.
Amused them by regaling stories of my own misdemeanours at 17 upwards with the added benefit of no social media to haunt me into the future and earning a little bit of respect for being perhaps quite cool myself once upon a time in the far, far distant past.

Cooked the house a full on Sunday roast – Pork with crackling, gravy, roasted veg and celeriac mash – which was consumed with gusto by all the sylph like creatures and fulfilled my mothering needs.

I’m a happy hen.