My Mum, bless her, and the internet are no a match made in heaven. They get on but my Mum was stung back along by a computer scam and since then she wary of anything and everything. This isnt a bad thing but does mean I am reassuring her lots that the likes of Google and Microsoft are not sitting there reading her emails. This morning was no different when she called me about another scam going around on facebook. This led on to keeping ourselves and kids safe on the internet and its all different to when I was young and my Mum didn’t have to think about things like Trojans etc and just really make sure she had a plaster in the house for my knees. This started us both laughing as we both remembered the day I didn’t have a plaster in the house when my son cut himself.
When I was newly divorced I had a lodger. My lodger wasn’t just anyone he was like a big brother to me and had been my lodger since before I had met my husband. Anyway a couple of marriages and divorces for both of us and he found himself my lodger again. It was a perfect arrangement as he did man things around the house and babysat for me and I had a man to do man things and babysit. A rare occasion occurred where both were going out. My parents had very kindly offered to take my two children to a Christmas party they were invited to.
So the lodger was all kitted out in his best shirt and tie ready to go and I was half ready but only got as far as a skirt, bra and hair in rollers when there was an almighty wail from the bathroom. Running to the foot of their stairs I was greeted by a sight that freaked me right out. My 3 year old was at the top of the stairs in with blood everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Queue hysterics from me and one very cool, calm and collected lodger. The lodger picked my son up and wiped his face. All he had done was nick the bottom of his lip with my razor. Add in his tears a bit of snot and it looks like a lot of blood. Lodger calmly asked me for a plaster. A plaster, that was all that was needed and that’s when it dawned on me I didn’t have a plaster. We lived in the middle of nowhere so I jumped in the car ( in high heels, a skirt, bra with shirt flung over the top, hair still in rollers and no makeup ) to get plasters from the nearest village. Yes I looked a state and yes I managed to get plasters. In hindsight I learnt a few things. I am absolutely useless in a crisis no matter how mild it is, I shouldn’t have left my razor out but also I should have made sure I actually had a first aid kit in the house. Since then I have been on first aid courses with work and learnt a UK first aid kit consists of various items and not just plaster. They are also different kits for different situations. For example a catering kit will be different to a kit for the office or home. I also didnt know that there are some things that shouldn’t be in a first aid kit and could be harmful if used in a first aid situation. With so much at risk make sure you kit is up to standard,Seton who are an online supplier of first aid kits or your local high street chemist will have supplies too.
Thankfully neither of my two has had any more mishaps with razors. Even though they are both outdoor types with one being besotted with her horses and the other loving all things fast, we have only had one A&E trip per child so far.
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