Unexpected dramas

A lovely evening planned. No babies due, we’re catching up with a friend who lives some distance away whom we haven’t seen for a while. Dinner is in the over and smells delicious, hubby is playing with his model helicopters, Neil and I are about to play Mario Kart. And then my pager goes off – a postnatal client with a suspected DVT – and suddenly we’re rushing out the door with a hastily made sandwich and Michael has to wait for me at work whilst I go to A&E. It was the right call – thank goodness – DVT caught and being treated.