I don't like Mondays.

Today was no exception. I had it all worked out, do a morning's work, go and see the school chaplain at home and reformat his computer which is going nuts at the moment, then back for an afternoon's work, then home early. Well I got home early but not for the reasons I thought I would.

I got a call at the Reverend's house saying my daughter Hattie had burned herself during a DT lesson and could I come back to take her to the A&E department at the local hospital. Drove home like a bat out of hell with all kinds of Darth Vader style images of her burned arm whizzing through my mind. Got there and she had really minor burns on her thumb and fingers through picking up a hot metal thing from the forge without a glove on.

Took her up to the hospital and they dressed the wound with special bandages. We have to come back tomorrow and get them changed.

Basically Hattie's fingers and a whole afternoon of useful time got burned.

Arse!