Oh, I could brain him sometimes! he's not long finished a split shift in the pub where he works, and I get a phone call... No, he's not been on the beer, he's only gone and sliced his finger on the hinge of one of the kitchen appliances in his kitchen at work! :blink: So, he phones me, I have no car, and also I have a sleeping 5 year old in her bed, so what the heck am I supposed to do?! he calls me as if I can magic a solution out of thin air and make it all better (I suppose that's what us mummies and suffering other halves are good at?) Luckily, my dad (dear ole dad!) agreed to take him to a&e in the next town, some 8 miles away. Add a dead mobile phone battery to the equation (the other halves) and I have no idea what is happening! :crazy: This is a rant more than anything, and definitely not a panicky what-do-I-do past as I know very well all I can do is sit tight and wait for the wounded chef to come home! :glare: Why is it when the other half injures himself... he blooming well chooses 1am to do it, when everyone is soundo in bed? Last time he injured himself, I was on my way to work, he burnt himself and I had to be late for work due to him having a dry burn on his hand! : that was a fair few years ago, well before the daughter was even thought about :lol: MEN! AArrrGh! what shall I do? :glare: silly boy! and I guess I'll have to put up with his expert "I hurt myself" act *sigh* I'm not going to be able to sleep now, until I at least know what's happening! Hmm..... Least I have Billie to cuddle up to, she thinks its fantastic that she is still in the living room!