...what makes it special, makes it dangerous...
Another sunny day here. Easter saturday. Is it called that? Yesterday was weird. Phillip went to the toilet and on the way there he slipped on the wet floor (of course he was running full-tilt) by the pool and fell headfirst into the door. Cue torrents of blood and joel running back to us. And malin screaming at me to come out of the sea to go to him while she grabbed our stuff and the other two boys. I then went to the island's one hospital to get him seen to. Bizarre. He had a 4cm gash in his forehead the poor little feller, but he was very brave when they glued it shut. He seemed very small on the bed in hospital holding my hand. Hoping it's not gonna scar too much. The chicks are gonna dig it in a few years, though, heh heh. Now how on earth do we keep it out of the water for two days?
Doh!
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