Today was my birthday, more presents and cards than I expected, with greetings phone calls from those not in Dover from afternoon onwards.
The promised quiet evening with a new bottle of sherry and other assorted goodies has been spoilt by my grandson going to Canterbury A&E with a deep cut to his leg.
My grandson has missed his friends party, his mother who is away for the night is worrying, his aunt who has taken him to A&E is having her evening spoilt and I am sitting here waiting to see how he is.
All because of a simple fall.
