Of all the....

Morning:

Woke up answering alarm clock with 'Helloooowww! Hellowwwww!' four times than realising that mobile was ringing from the other side of the bed.

It was L screaming with anguish. I jolted out of bed, put on what I could find, grapped a piece of toast and rushed out to her house.

Although Malta is not that big, the traffic jams are enormous and L lives in another town about twenty minutes away. So twenty minutes away + about fifteen minutes in traffic jam = a very destroyed, angry looking, fearless she-gender ready to pounce on every individual who tries to:

a) cross the street five paces away from zebra crossing

b) exists from a side street and trying to insert himself/herself in your line and in front of you, if you please!

whilst blocking the other side as well *ggggrrrrrrrr*...

c) take the morning very calmly as if he is driving on a sunday afternoon! (these are the over 55's old male!)

When I arrived at L's flat I found her nearly out of her wits. She had fallen from the stairs and was thinking that she had broken her arm. Tried my best to rush her to hospital and quieten her fears, but L was quite out of control. So I did the next sensible thing and gave her rescue remedy! For the time being she seemed ok...

Phoned work. L was excused. Me... well it's another story.

Entered the emergency room. Had to wait like AGES and after A WHILE, they took an x-ray of L's broken arm.

There were about ten doctors, all of them on the go, very young and yes gorgeous. It was our turn and L seemed better and even began to joke, so we made a bet with each other who would come to us (after all both of us are not bad looking).

Our prayer was answered by the most, fantastically, incredible, out-of-this-world, nerdly doctor you can ever imagine! Of all the luck in this world... But he was good in his work.... *sigh*

Me had to go to work after I accompanied L back to her house. She has two weeks with gibs on and then she has to go for another visit... Went to work to find loads of paper for typing and had to stay there two hours (and no overtime) for the time lost. *Jeez*

Home was worst... Just in my pj's and ready to :).... zzzzzzzzzz!!!