Hi all.
OK, so I didn’t post last Sunday, my usual posting day. To be honest the reason was that everything and everyone was consumed with the news of The Queen dying and I didn’t feel like anyone was in the mood to read about much else. And I had nothing worthwhile or in any way important to add to the conversation about Her Majesty so I left it.
However, her passing did have the effect of making my week busier than usual. The Mail/Youtube show I host, Palace Confidential, upped from once a week to every day since her death on Thursday 8th September, and I’ll be on hosting duties straight after her state funeral tomorrow too.
I had fully intended to post something today - on what I didn’t know, but I had a few things swirling around about magazine covers, the weird mix I’m having this year of great joy and great sorrow in my various friendship groups, and a couple of other things.
Then all hell broke loose….
My daughter, Evie, woke up around 3 this morning with some weird stomach bug, which is one thing. But the pain caused an unusual reaction in that she fainted. And THAT caused her to smack her head on the loo seat, and she managed to rip a front tooth clean out of her head in the process.
Cue her dad and me, bolt awake, in a panic, staring in bewilderment at a pale, shaking teenager, and a house covered in a crime scene’s worth of blood. Frantic calls to 111, fruitless google searches for one of those all night emergency dental surgeries (spoiler alert: there ain’t one). Evie had the sensation that her tooth was stuck to the roof of her mouth so it took me a while to realise she was very much mistaken about that and Ross eventually found it camouflaged on the toilet seat. At nearly an hour and a half since it had been ripped from her gums, my squeamish daughter, who runs from the room screaming and dry-heaving if I have a paper cut, shoved her own tooth back in her head, without so much as a wince.
When we were finally able to see a dentist at 10.30 today, she was absolutely amazed at how well that tooth had been slammed back in.
So guess what, everyone? We’re all knackered and shaken. Even the dog knew something was seriously up. When Evie was lying on the floor, in a pale stupor, Bella kept prodding her. I think she was actually worried her human sister was dead.
Normal service (PLEASE, THE FATES WILLING) will return next week.
What I’d love, if you can be bothered, is telling me which kinds of the columns I write here are the ones that you enjoy the most. Always and forever want to make it something in your inbox you actually look forward to!
Thanks so much for bearing with me.
OMG this sounds awful! Hope things are calmer this week x
Love to our Evie ❤️❤️