We woke. The sun was shining. Birds chirping. The last leg
of our trip was before us. Brendon was having an anxiety attack about the
weight of the luggage for the umpteenth time. So while Owen, Erin, Cobus,
Ulrike, Clarabel and Benjamin went to the park to play we left him to it. I
just couldn’t understand how reshuffling items were going to hide the extra
20kg’s we had.
Two minutes into our park adventure I found Owen playing
with some broken glass. I asked him politely to leave it alone as I was not too
fond of having to visit a NHS A&E 4 hours before we had to catch a taxi to
our overnight hotel. He listened to me and dropped the glass distracted by one
of the girls on the climbing apparatus. Owen was in a really good mood and went
about showing it in a manly way but racing around the playground at top speed
with accompanying vroom noises. He jumped onto a horizontal pole slipped
backwards and the right way up smile turned into an upside down one. He had hit
his head on the ground. He got up and came to me holding his head with blood
spurting out of it. Owen’s head had found the one tiny stone that was in the
soft flooring. Image the odds of that. I marched him over to Brendon for a quick
handover as I don’t do blood very well. Luckily after a little pampering, with
Ulrike slotting into her previous occupation as nurse with ease, Owen was back
on the road to recovery and a trip to A&E had been side stepped. A shot of
Agent Oso was on hand to help the recovery along. Before we knew it the taxi
arrived and after goodbyes and leaving the 20kgs behind in garage of our
friends we were on our way to our last port-of-call, The Premier Inn, Heathrow.
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