There’s nothing I love more than an ‘on the spot’ blog post, simply finding the time to sit and write is such a luxury. The sheen begins to fade a little when all this decadent free time is at 10pm, in A&E, on your birthday. Poor Florence has once again surcummed to the viral induced wheeze so we’ve packed our bags (I mean literally, we are proper set for a week long stay) and set up camp in the peadiatric waiting room. It’s only been 3 hours, no personal best. I sure could think of better ways to celebrate a quarter of a century but it’s not been so bad. I have discovered something hilariously wonderful, not quite as beautiful as the Sisterhood of Mothers but contains far more sarcastic humour; the Fellowship of A&E. After politely enquiring as to the ownership of a vacant seat we established our group. 10 of us, 6 adults, 4 kids all cramped in by the door. We’ve bonded over previous hospital admissions, mastered the art of buzzing people into the ward, and held lengthy debate as to which sickly infant will be called next. Was that last person going to see a real doctor or just triage? They told me we are 4th in the queue, that makes you 3rd who are the other two?! I love moments in life when you can split a pack of cheddars (excellent forward thinking) with complete strangers and simply giggle at our shared misfortune. It’s one of those moments when you catch a glimpse of the best of humanity, we’ve helped broken ballerinas limp to chairs, point other halves in the right direction and hand out wet wipes galore. It looks like we’re in for the long haul…but at least we’ve got a few new friends to wile away the last few birthday hours!
-Fifi & Florence x