Hold the Grommets!

Here is a little respite from my favourite subject of death, courtesy of my six year old's glue ear. The NHS cancelled our meeting with the ENT consultant yesterday, as they had failed to conduct an important test in time for the appointment. I wasn't best pleased, but D was delighted; it meant she could participate in sport's day instead. On the way home, she was bubbling over with joy; her team had won! "I think," she mused, "we were especially good at the Herbert Race." I wasn't entirely sure which race she meant. "Oh, you know! It's the one with the little yellow things that you have to jump over." Oh yes. Hurdles.