The partys over

Bit of an incident packed day today. My mum rang around midday; to let me know that the ambulance had just arrived to take my dad to hospital! He fell at home, and resulted in a bloody fractured wrist. About 7 hours later; just spoken to my mum who has got home from hospital and the doctors have said it's a bad break that will need a plate putting in tomorrow. They have already set it once (I think), but after that they wanted a second x-ray (and have only just come back with the verdict). He's staying in for the night (at least!), and as my mum currently can't drive (due to a problem with one of her eyes) one of my cousins was good enough to drive my mum home from the hospital to get some things for my dad, then to and from the hospital again.

This is where living so far away proves to be problematic.
Hopefully, will get a good news update from my mum tomorrow

On another note, last Saturday we were at a Wackywarehouse for a birthday party; and despite John's best attempt to kill Ciarán's balloon, it is still with us (albeit the air is starting to dissipate).