3 days til holiday..

We had the worst Chinese takeaway ever last night. My Special Chicken Rice had one piece of chicken in it, and Philippa’s beef chow mein was lukewarm and had her running to the loo within an hour.
She’s a tense little ball of worry today. She’s worried that her injury might ruin our holiday. She’s worried that having an ankle sprain will increase her likelihood of contracting DVT. She’s also worried that - as I won’t tell her where we’re going - she’ll pack the wrong make-up and end up looking silly.
I told her not to worry her pretty little head about and to leave all the worrying to me; which is a stupid thing to say as the last thing I need is more encouragement to worry…

RC 8-2-12