Fact or Fiction? - 38

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Yesterday's post... the tale of the sandwich and the steak... the one that everyone found so amusing...

Yep... all TRUE!

Men... LOL

The good news is, he's finally realised how bad it looked!

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When my kids were young, tiny – just past toddler-stage, I got a horrid ear infection. (Remember the story I told about the river at Chatsworth House? – That ear infection… the recurring one.)

Dizzy-spells and ‘fuzzy-headedness’ do not work well with two small children, but there was nothing for it – there was no way I was going to drive to take them to their grandparents’ – I had to muddle through and manage (as my grandmother used to say).

I’d been to the doctor and he’d prescribed Piriton, an anti-histamine, to help with the dizziness.

It didn’t help. I don’t take tablets as a rule. If I have a headache, I can usually ‘ignore’ it – I suppose it’s a meditation thing, I block out the pain (please don’t ask me how). If I ask for a paracetamol, Trev knows I’m not doing well. Anyway, I digress. I took the Piriton and apparently, it’s REALLY strong… or at least, it is on me – I was out for the count! ‘Zonked’ as we say!

Trev was coming home early to help me - ‘early’ in this case, means ‘on-time’, rather than doing the usual few hours of overtime.

At a little after 2pm he came in and shouted for me.

“Michelle!” he yelled.

“Ungh… ugh…uh? Yeah?” or ‘words’ to that effect, I mumbled back.

He came into the living room and took a look at me slumped on the sofa – well, my body was on the sofa, my brain was somewhere else entirely, the planet cotton-wool, I think.

“Where are the kids?” he said.

That phrase acted on my fuzzy head WAY better and faster than that bloody Piriton!

I was up off the sofa in a complete panic! I’d not heard a peep from the kids in ages and as you may know, Silence is Golden, unless you have a toddler… then, Silence is suspicious!

Not in their bedrooms, not in our bedroom.

Not in the garden – I locked the back door so they couldn’t get outside to play with the dogs. The dogs were brilliant with them, but we never left the kids without supervision. I NEVER wanted to be that mother on the television – “I only left them for a moment!” – heart-breaking.

“The front door was unlocked when I got home,” Trev said.

NIGHTMARE! I was going to be that mother on television!

Trev told me to stay where I was because, a) I was ill and b) if they came back and couldn’t get in the house.

Frantic!

I went up the stairs to their bedrooms, looking in cupboards and wardrobes, in the kitchen, checking cupboards, in the bathroom, under beds, behind the sofa. They could have been anywhere in the house, asleep. I knew that, but deep down, I also knew that’s not what had happened.

It had happened once, however... This is how I found her - eventually.

Horrible things went through my mind, kidnapping, two lost children – babies almost, GONE! And it was all my fault. I really was beside myself.

I went to the shed at the bottom of the garden, KNOWING they wouldn’t be there! I was crying, though I knew crying wouldn’t help matters, I shouted their names – in the garden, in the house, at the front of the house.

It was starting to get dark and they were still missing.

We didn’t have mobile (cell) phones back then (the olden days) so Trev wasn’t able to let me know how things were going.

He came back at last and he had Danielle (@danielles) and Haydn (@storminatcup) with him. Dani was clutching her teddy and Haydn had a ball with him. They had decided that because I was poorly (and therefore, boring) they were going to walk to grandma’s.

That walk would have taken them down one of the busiest roads in this area (if not the busiest). SO much danger in that one sentence. I burst into tears again.

What had stopped them was the big scary hill on the way to that busy road. They daren’t go past the hill and decided to turn back and wait for dad coming home.

Two neighbours saw them wandering and asked if they were all right.

The kids told them they weren’t allowed to talk to strangers and the neighbours followed them at a short distance to make sure they were safe. When Trev spotted them, they explained what they were doing, following the kids.

I’ll tell you something… I suffered through that ear infection without taking ONE more Piriton!