The following weekend arrived, and we were meant to be having a housewarming braai with all of my mates. Quite a few had pulled out though due to various reasons, and Fee and the girls were so exhausted from a week of no sleep that I had cancelled the braai, and it's a good thing I did. We had noticed the night before that our bath hadn't been draining properly, so I had tried to plunge it, to no avail. It turns out, our entire underground sewerage system leading towards the waterborn pipes was blocked up, so effectively I was plunging a big pile of poo and toilet paper out of one the outlet pipes onto our garden. Awesome. So this little pile of fecal fun was waiting for us in the morning, and we had to call a plumber out to shove all the shit (excuse the pun) through and clear out the system. More expense - weekend rates of course!
Weekend 3 arrives, Senor Salmon is well and truly grumpy after a huge outflow of cash, crap weather and sick people. Sunday looms with glorious weather so we hit the beach at 8.15. Life is good. Amy needs a wee and goes to the toilet with Fee, Claire and her cousin. Wanting to wash her hands, her and Bethany climb onto a bench so they can get to the sink - as luck would have it the bench is unstable and falls over onto poor little Amy's foot, crunch. Anyway, Fee comes flying out with this poor little shocked girl with a foot that's literally bent in two. We rushed straight to the hospital to get it checked out, although by the look of it I had no hope it wasn't broken. It turned out though, that she had some cracks but the foot was fine - kids bones are so soft they just bent and the broken look was just a massive haematoma (spell?) that had formed from the trauma. I must say, little Amy was so brave - she was really trying her hardest not to cry and be a big girl with what must have been bloody sore. We had a couple bad nights sleep again with her in quie a bit of pain, but childrens' recuperation is amazing and one week later she was back on her feet and charging around the house.
I still haven't received the hospital bills, although I'm shitting myself for those. What an expensive, tiring, painful couple of weeks. Anyway, this last weekend came and went with no mishap, so I'm going to assume that our spell of bad luck is over, for now. Gah!