Father’s Day – And An Unusual End

Living inside a mobile sardine can puts you in close proximity to each other – so much so that you can almost enjoy each other’s dreams! But Father’s Day, when all the kids jump onto your bed at the end of the van, you wonder whether you might end up with one end sitting high in the air! I was blessed with loads of chocolate and MASH~!

This has been by far the most beautiful day in Perth – the ones the postcards are made of. Clear blue skies, no wind, and warm weather. And for us – with good company to boot! But the end of the day proved most interesting and revealing. As we were getting ready for bed, Rachel complained of a sore lump, so I packed her into the car and headed off to PMH for Children. When asked by the triage nurse when she first noticed it, Rachel’s response was telling, “Um, it was at Ningaloo.” The nurse looked to me for some clarification, and even I had difficulty putting a date on it! I had to count back through the stops we had made since to come to some form of estimation. She thought she had scratched herself on the coral, thus causing the pain.

We were back in the van just after midnight, all well.