midwife's muse

Bemused Sky man

Jack and his parents have just moved house, the great thing is that they have more room, one and a half bedroomed flat to three bedded-semi, with good-sized garden and they are now living in my work-patch so when I'm desperate for the loo, I have somewhere to go. Bad things are the mortgage, mega-huge, and no more just popping round as its 20 miles away. Anyway, last week I went round with Amy and her Mummy to help tackle the garden. The Sky technician was there installing a box in the bedroom, Jacks Mummy was up there showing him where it should go (sounds bad, but it wasn't), and I was chatting to eldest daughter. She had just asked me if it was okay that Amy had swollen breasts and I had reassured her but was showing her that you have to be careful when picking her up as it's easy to press on the swollen tissue and Amy would find it painful. As I held Amy I said,

' Ohhh, have you got swollen little boobs?'

From upstairs other daughter said ' Who are you speaking to?', whilst in the background I could hear the Sky technician laughing. Downstairs we just fell about laughing. Poor daughter was holding on to her tummy for grim death, still very tender, and Jack stood there looking very worried as Nanny and Auntie laughed and laughed. I would live to hear what the Sky bloke had to say when he got back to base.

Dreading going into work tomorrow. One of our team is still off-sick, 14 weeks now, and no date yet for her return. The strain is beginning to tell, my job-share and the other team member are conducting a mini-feud involving which of them is more hard-done by and who does the most work. Virtually every evening I have a phone-call from one, or both of them, grumbling about the other one. I'm stuck in the middle trying to be diplomatic and smooth things over, Hubby says that I'm too diplomatic, I should just tell them how it is, that would be wonderful, no one in the team speaking to anyone else.

13.6.05 12:12