Monthly Archives: February 2012

Toe bleed or not toe bleed

Today is dull, uninteresting, overcast and most welcome. Yesterday was full of incident and I am glad to see the back of it. It all started to go wrong when I got out of bed first thing to let the dog out – I stumbled to close the gate and smacked my right little toe on the stone wall render. Looking down, I saw the toenail and a clump of toe swinging like an open door in the breeze. After hopping about for a bandage the kitchen resembled a splatter movie. At that moment, my daughter came into the kitchen and I had to hide my discomfort and squished toe before she became upset. Only two days earlier, Isla had trapped her fingers in a firedoor at the local softplay after the soft-close door decided it wanted to be a fast-close door instead. A trip to the local surgery ensued and she was lucky to get away with severe bruising and a fright. We have read several books about Maisy Mouse and Peppa Pig – very positive stories about visiting hospital – and they helped keep Isla calm.

A trip to A&E was required and, amazingly, I was in and out within an hour and a half, thanks to Ayrshire’s decision to employ Nurse Practitioners. Mine was professional, courteous and all smiles as she jabbed my poor toe twice with painkillers and set about cutting off the offending squished tissue. Not pleasant but someone has to do it. I hobbled out, glad no one was waiting with a more serious injury. An injured little toe is not what I see as typical A&E material – but the nurse was clear that I was wise to visit. I was tempted to ask for the offcut – you know, to go under my pillow in case there’s a little known and rather bored Toe Fairy desperate for some night shift work.

Arriving home, Isla was taken by my wife to Nursery. An hour later and she was brought back, er, with chickenpox. We had failed to see the telltale signs (chiefly because Kate was earlier busy mopping up my blood and I was busy … moping).

So now Isla and her dad are stuck indoors.

She can’t go out because of the pox and I can’t go out because walking and driving is a bit difficult and not advisable while I have stitches in. What a great day, eh?

Still, we have been doing lots of jigsaws and reading a heap of books. Favourite book at the moment is Winnie in Winter, and we were lucky enough to have a lot of freebies recently sent to us by Korky Paul – the inspirational and quirky illustrator of Winnie. I think a current top ten of our favourite kids’ books is due on this website so here goes …

Winnie in Winter
Angry Arthur
The Tickle Book
The Gruffalo
Maisy Goes to the Library
Daddy Pig’s Old Chair
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
The Gingerbread Man
A Squash and a Squeeze
Father Christmas Needs A Wee

Come to think of it, so do I 😉

“The Finders” – out now

Really delighted to get my hands on a hard copy of ‘The Finders’, published recently by Heinemann. The textured cover is suitably dramatic and I have inserted a dedication to my daughter and wife. Isla’s nickname is Tiger – somewhat dubiously derived from the rock song ‘Eye Of The Tiger‘ … Isla The Tiger.

"The Finders"

Kate is into heavy metal and so I wrote ‘This play is dedicated to Isla Rose Dapré, a wee tiger with a big roar. And Kate, who makes our world rock!’

It is great to be able to acknowledge family and friends in books as they provide a lot of support during the writing process. Not many jobs allow this – when I was teaching I didn’t scrawl on the board at the end of the lesson ‘This lesson is dedicated to my friend who made me dinner last night so I had time to plan it.’ I suppose, airline staff thank the crew after a flight. Not quite the same.

I have other stories out with publishers and maybe I’ll get another chance to dedicate my work to someone. In the meantime I’ll dedicate this blog – and any future ones – to you, for kindly taking the time and trouble to read my scribbled musings 🙂

That sure takes some dedication!