Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: April 13, 2007

much ouch

apologies to the squeamish.

and happy friday 13th...

today, just as i was thinking about the treatment i'd delivered this morning and the suggested changes i might consider, maximum managed to slam z's fingers in the playroom door (in a kindly attempt to prevent z from leaving the room before he'd washed his hands post farm visit).

at first i thought there wasn't a problem as maximum had said z's fingers weren't in the door, despite his screaming...then i realised there was plenty of blood spilling out of z where it shouldn't.

at the same time as being angry with maximum and being really hard on him: making sure he saw how the end of z's finger was hanging off, the blood and pain, and as i laid on the guilt pretty thick, i also felt so sorry for maximum who was really in shock too and obviously felt terrible for what he'd done.

dropped mrs.perou and z at margate A&E and parked the car.
strode off in front of maximum still quite angry with him and he didn't say anything but ran after me and put his hand in mine.

his hand felt so small: i could see how upset he was and i almost cried...for him, and reaised again how small and young and vunerable he is.
mean heart melted.
i sat with maximum outside for a while and calmly explained that z would forgive him, and we do too and that we understood that it was an accident but that he has to understand that his actions carry consequences etc...

in fact it was probably my fault too because none of our doors have finger protecting bumpers on them.

z was VERY brave in hospital...he was easily distracted with conversation of 'deets' which is his word for tractors.

nothing broken on the x-ray.
and fingernail still intact.
well butterfly stiched back together...'keep it dry and come back in a week'.

brian is staying with us and has been making himself double helpful painting and lawnmowing.
james continues with sterling work on my office and had a site visit to see a man about a concrete floor.

my mum and dad are staying and dad brought a tray of homebaked chelsea buns...which is more like a giant lardy cake.
i ate 4 straight away just to check they were all good.

my mum brought her metal detector which we need to locate the mains pipe accross the front lawn and the T off to the orchard.
she found an old nail, a plastic clothes peg and another bit of plastic that may have been an cooker dial?

once again, hauled the soundsystem out to the pool to blitz myself with loud music while i thought about ANOTHER treatment for another song.
one of these might get made...?

i hope so: the amount of mental effort involved in coming up with a cohesive idea is quite draining and very consuming.
i'd like to be able to write more about what i'm working on: the artists i'm writing for and the ideas i'm putting down but i can't really as time isn't money but ideas are...