Epic

Relatively speaking, today probably ranks as 'epic' at least in comparison to the usual Devon way of things. I will relate it in the form of the lessons with which the day has provided me:

1) It is good to cook a nice shepherd's pie ready for when Tim returns from football at two-ish.
2) When making shepherd's pie, shouting and threatening the potato will not mash it.
3) When making shepherd's pie, if the potato sinks to the bottom instead of forming a nice fluffy layer on top, that is bad.
4) If Tim is late to return and eat said shepherd's pie, keep it heated up, even if it does look like the world's worst shepherd's pie.
5) When you ring Tim's mobile to find out where he is and someone other than Tim replies saying he has been taken to the hospital with a broken toe, remain calm.
6) After an hour, ditch the shepherd's pie.
7) When you head out with Lucy to the nearest hospital to make sure Tim is ok, its always good to check that said hospital has an A&E department.
8) When you find out it doesn't, ring the other hospital, and you will find out that Tim has been discharged, and there was absoloutly no need to worry in the first place.

***At this point, poor old Tim will finally arrive home, five hours later than expected and looking very much the worse for wear.***

10) That evening, when helping at church with the washing up after the post-service student cafe, make sure the water you are about to plunge your hand into is not scolding hot.
11) If it is scolding hot, do not make the same mistake again.
12) Once you make the same mistake for the third time, you should really be learning your lesson.
13) Wrap your extremely pink and painful hand in a wet flannel, and try to pretend you are not in pain, you pansy.