TGI Friday

No, this is not a rant about a popular American food chain and I quite like their burgers.

11pm last night and Beverly Hills Cop has finished, the groups have been plundered, responded and generally sorted, everyone on IM has gone to bed or logged off. Adjourning to bed, she goes to check on the boy, tucks him in and doesn't make it to the door. Three pirouettes, banging into the wall, the door and collapsing over the boy's pile of toys there followed an enormous convulsive fit, the biggest to date. Out utterly cold on the landing, not breathing and grey she finally finished the convulsing, started breathing and lapsed into unconsciousness.

So I put her into the spare bed as I couldn't realistically carry her up another 14 narrow stairs. At 4.45am she woke up disorientated in the old bedroom, confused as to the lack of clock radio, it was light and she was alone. This caused another fit, just a small one. The nearest clock is apparently the video clock in the sitting room but she fell down the stairs on the way. Finally making it to "her" bed just before 5am, with a mouthful of chewed cheeks, slurred speech and abrasions, it is fortunate (or unfortunate depending on your take) that today was booked as a holiday anyway.