Since my last entry we had a quiet Tuesday, Amanda and Thierry had work to do, but the children weren’t at school because the teachers were on strike! We lounged by the pool and Max decided to have a bit of an off day. We never quite figured out why, the question of teeth coming is always present but we have seen no hint of enamel yet. However by Wednesday he was back to his happy self. Wednesday morning we took Verna to the airport and she returned to her motherly duties. We think she had a good time, it was a change if scenery if nothing else!
When we got back from the airport we took Dan off to play tennis (Wednesday afternoon is school free and one Wednesday a month the morning is free too) and went for a wander with Max in his buggy. In the afternoon we went to the neighbour’s house for a cup of tea at around 3.30, where there is a little girl, Mathilde, who is Dan’s age and a great friend. Another little friend was also there and the four of them went off to play in the garden. They were all taking turns on the seesaw when Emilie fell. At first we thought nothing of it, even when Dan called out we assumed a kiss and a cuddle was all that was necessary, however by the time Amanda had crossed the garden back to the table Emilie’s right elbow had already swollen quite considerably. 
The two of them rushed off to pick Thierry up from his tennis match and go to A&E. After several hours they were back with little Emilie’s arm in some plaster. It couldn’t be plastered fully because it was so swollen so she will have to go back this Friday to have it x-rayed and re-plastered. We didn’t want to be going to A&E at all during our holiday, but we certainly thought that it would be Max taking us in rather than anything else!
The rest of the holiday was quiet, we tried to keep Emilie settled although by the second day she was already fed up with the weight of the cast and was very sorry she couldn’t participate in her end of year dance show – although she will still be playing a small part her leading role has gone!
Saturday evening and a very tearful goodbye we left for the airport. Max was quite crotchety when we got there and we gave him some paracetamol, which seemed to settle him and bring back his smile. We were stopped at baggage control, where they x-ray your hand luggage and we were told that we needed to wait for the pilot’s agreement to take oxygen on board before we could go through, and because the incoming flight hadn’t arrived yet, we had a 15 minute wait. Once we got the OK, they took us through, got special permission for us to take scissors and tracheal dilators on board (clearly for medical reasons) and then we got accompanied, past all the queues, and directly to the plane. They were still hoovering and cleaning and as soon as they’d finished we were the first on board. We took up a nice row of 3 seats right at the front with plenty of leg (or equipment) room and had a very good flight back. It was certainly better than being squashed into a normal seat, sharing Max between us, and struggling to reach the suction!
I’ve added a few more pics from our holiday. Surprisingly enough we didn’t take that many!