Every child can make the noise of a fire-engine or ambulance, even though they don't actually make that sound these days (well, only occasionally). Last Sunday we made our own dash to the Children's Emergency Department of Manchester's brand new women's and children's hospital. While admiring the naturalistic representation of her favourite lion picture in the City Art Gallery, Katy fell and hit her head on a seat frame: wails and blood everywhere - she had a nasty gash on her eyebrow. After nearly three hours in three different queues we emerged slightly frazzled but in one piece, thanks to some surgical superglue and very skilled nurses. We all managed to stay very calm and collected, and even wolfed down enormous quantities of fish and chips that evening, but after I'd put her to bed and sat down with a glass of wine, I was the one suddenly in tears.
