Friday, August 25, 2006

and...

I tried to add this to the picture of the shredded tickets, but it wouldn't work. So here goes - two blogs within two minutes. I should go to bed. It's after 1 am.

Another slightly mad tale about my generally quite sensible family.


Our son is a medical student and this week he’s been in Kirkcaldy, a town a bit north of here, living in at the hospital and having to get up at 6 am.

Yesterday at quarter to six in the evening he phoned me, sounding really terrible – groggy and worried.

He: Mum, can I ask you something?
Me: Yes. Are you ok?
He: No. What time is it?
Me: Quarter to six.
He: In the afternoon?
Me: Yes.
He: Oh no! I’ve slept for 24 hours and I’ve missed a whole day! I was supposed to meet my tutor this morning and….
Me: Oh dear. Are you ok, though?
He: I’ve got to go!

I then started worrying. How could that have happened? Had he got drunk the night before? (not that he ever has got drunk). Had a stroke? Gone into a diabetic coma?

One minute later the phone rang again.

He: It’s me again.
Me: Yes. Are you ok?
He: What day is it?
Me: Wednesday.
He: Not Thursday?
Me: No.
He: Oh, thank goodness. That means I only slept for 45 minutes!

He had come back from the hospital at 5, fallen asleep on the bed, woken up, seen it was 5.45, assumed it was the next morning, then looked outside and realised that it didn’t look like the morning, so assumed it was the next afternoon.

After the second phone call, he cheered up and decided to have his dinner.

3 comments:

kirsty said...

Isabelle, this really made me laugh! We had a dearly loved elderly neighbour once who, on waking up in his chair, thought he had spent the whole night there. The clock said 6:30, so he started to cook eggs for breakfast. About 7:00 he realised it was getting dark! Had eggs for dinner, instead, and then went to bed!

Lee-ann said...

Isabella,
I too sit here with a smile on my face. As the mother of a 36 year old and a 30 year old not to mention two daughter in between gosh I understand all this so well.

what a worry they are but you just have to love them to pieces don't you.
Your blog as always is lovely and I just love the view from you loungeroom into your garden.

have a nice day.

Anne said...

Loved that entry - just so funny:)