Minor Excitements

Well. That was all a bit exciting.

I ambled into the Ladies’ yesterday at about lunchtime, to wash my cup and teaspoon. Wandered in and thought: that looks remarkably like a pony tail poking out under that cubicle door. Looked again. It *was* a ponytail. Not only that, it was attached to a head. A head which was reclining, entirely motionlessly, on the floor. Moved briskly out of the ladies into Roger’s office where I called for security. All our security people are first aid trained to the highest degree possible. They would know what to do. Not much I could do, not being able to get to the poor kollopsed body on account of the locked cubicle door.

Found Bea and Richard at the information desk. Told them all about it. Two students came to report a kollopsed body, just as the security people arrived. In they went. And in they stayed. It was simply ages before they came out again. This worried us a bit. Either she should have been trundled out in an ambulance, or she should have walked out, all within a few minutes. It seems, though, that she had fallen against the door and they were having trouble getting to her, although I think one of them clambered over the wall to administer basic first aid. Anyway, an ambulance did come and trundle her away. It seems she had fallen into a diabetic coma, was taken off to the hospital and came out today much better and (I hope) better able to manage her condition. It is distinctly disconcerting to find ponytails poking out underneath toilet cubicle doors when you are innocently intent upon washing your tea mug and spoon!

But it would seem that it was a day for kollopsing. Gwen, The Builder’s mother, rang us today to report that Peter-the-brother-who-didn’t-go-to-the-dinner had picked her up yesterday evening to take her to the supermarket, got out of the car when they got there, and promptly tipped over backwards, like a plank of wood and started frothing. Not only that, he hit his head quite hard and cut it open! A bit of a worry for poor Gwen. Fortunately, supermarkets have first aiders lurking within and quite fortuitously, there were some student nurses doing their shopping at the time. Peter was taken off to the hospital, where they apparently found nothing wrong with him at all other than symptoms of a migraine, and the student nurses sorted Gwen out and took her home. There is some complicated arrangement in play at the moment which involves Marie and Terry getting together and rescuing Peter’s car from the car park!

But I think that might be enough kollopsing. Two bodies in one day is quite sufficient.

In the meantime, I have had what was more or less a day off. I’m at work now, it’s true, but I didn’t get here till nearly 5. I passed a pleasant morning watching the drizzle turn to rain, and engaged in gentle domestic pursuits. I also did The Builder’s tax return, which wasn’t at all gentle and really quite confusing. The Builder took the car to the garage, for all Fiat Stilos have been recalled :-S. Something to do with the suspension. Anyway, that’s been fixed now. Then we pottered out into the garden in the rain and planted the raspberries and the blackcurrants in their new beds. Just as well I have waterproof, spotty gum boots! Cleaned up, dried off and changed into non-muddy clothes, we took ourselves off to the Chatsworth Farm shop for a magnificent lunch and some vegetables, for The Sidings was completely out of vegetable matter :-( Well, apart from the sprout tops and kale, but you can’t eat only sprout tops and kale. You’d end up dark green! Then home again for a cup of tea and so to work. The Builder brought me in. He’s just reported back that it took over an hour in driving rain to get home again. Oops!

So, a nice quiet evening with no excitements would be nice.

Oh - and we had a letter today from Mr Micawber containing, amongst other things, a title from the Land Registry showing that the garden is entirely ours. Good. Wouldn’t want anyone else laying claim to it. And certainly no to the orchard!!