Grandpamedic

 It was another beautiful day. The overnight air frost had left a fractal landscape to decorate the Orangery roof, but it was soon dissipating in the bright sun. I rose at 6:30 and had a quiet 90 minutes before Diane was woken by her alarm. I washed, dressed and went out for my morning walk. An hour or so later, I returned home desperate for a coffee and a bowl of porridge.

The rest of the morning was fairly quiet. I spent much of it reviewing some videos and YouTube streams. Just after lunch, the phone rang. It was Zoe. Ellie was out with a friend, Poppy, at the other end of the estate and had fallen and cut her knees. (They had been out for a picnic with a couple of the young boys from their class). Poppy took Ellie back to her mum, who did some first aid and then called Zoe. I put on the blue flashing light and hurried around to collect Ellie and bring her home. I knocked on the door and announced the grandpamedic had arrived, and we bundled her into the car. She had certainly scuffed her knees, and they had bled profusely. She was feeling very sorry for herself.

When I got her back to Zoe's, Nana was just arriving to provide whatever TLC might be necessary. Ellie snuggled down on the sofa next to Zoe. She asked for the pouffe and put her legs up. What a pair they made, Ellie with both her legs up, and Zoe with her leg up. There won't be much dancing there this evening.