A Trip to A&E

We had a very slow and lazy morning after our busy few days away. It got to about Noon and I was just thinking that it was probably time to get the Little Misses into the bath and try and get some of the Southwold sand from yesterday out of their hair. Miss L came into the kitchen and said she had "something long" in her throat which was hurting. I assumed it was a hair and gave her a drink of water.
It's not a hair she said.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach immediately. We've been here before.
Trying not to sound worried I asked her calmly what it was.
I'm not sure she said.
Oh my f******g God, here we go again.
Can you show me?
It was one of the strands from a fibre optic lamp. Seriously!!! What's wrong with her????????
I asked had she eaten it deliberately or accidentally swallowed it when she was chewing on it.
Sort of both she said. 
WTF??!!!!!!!
I called NHS Direct or whatever it's called now feeling panicked about glass, bulbs, electricity and the fact that my nut job daughter has started eating lamps and he said we should go to A&E and get her checked out.
It was only one of those cheap plastic Minion lamps and the strands are all plastic just reflecting light from the bulb underneath so I thought it was probably OK but better safe than sorry.
So it was off to Milton Keynes hospital with us. Looking like we'd just come off the beach because they still have most of it in their scarecrow hair and were still wearing the clothes they went to bed in after being on the beach all day yesterday.
We saw the triage nurse pretty quickly who checked her blood oxygen levels to rule out obstructions and all was fine. She said Miss L may need an X-ray so we'd need to wait and see a doctor.
An hour's wait in the waiting room watching Ice Age and avoiding projectile vomit and the doctor called us in. She took one look at the lamp and said it was nothing to worry about, just plastic. She asked Miss L why she'd swallowed it and Miss L shrugged and said she didn't know.
We had to have words about how swallowing things you shouldn't can choke you or poison you. 
But, of course, if you do eat something you shouldn't you mustn't be scared to tell a grown up. Stupid bloody idiot child.
I didn't add that last bit!!
Two pounds off at Fat Club tonight. Woohoo!!!!!! All that willpower in Southwold paid off.
So it was Whitby buns for dinner!!