I don't know why I am posting this but I think I just need to let it out.
The last couple of months have been unbelievable for bad luck, stress and potential disaster that I dread the bloody phone going now.
A few weeks ago our son-in-law came off his bike and broke his wrist, damaged his ribs and got numerous lacerations but fortunately nothing worse. But it meant an operation and he could not drive to get to work etc. Then a week later our 18 year old grandson who had passed his driving test a few weeks earlier took possession of his first car which we provided the money for. He promptly turned the car over after losing control and ended up upside down but managed to crawl out the passenger window with only a bruised knee to worry about. Our daughter ended up at our house 2 o'clock in the morning, hysterical with our grandson and I ended up going out to the write off to help the son-in-law (with the damaged wrist) arrange to get the wreck towed back home which took us up to 4am. My wife and I felt guilty because we had enabled him to get the car but tried to just be glad that he was not lying dead. Two weeks ago we got a call to say one of our grandaughters who is bi-polar had tried to overdose and had been admitted to a mental facility for treatment. And finally (I hope) another grandaughter rang us on Friday to give us the news that her partner had been murdered while in Blackpool with his family. On top or all this I ended up renewing my season ticket. I cannot take much more stress.