The bandages on my scalded wrists are a nuisance when I am trying to write, but Mum explained at the clinic that it was an unfortunate accident, and the lady from Social Services seemed satisfied as well, after we had had a little chat on our own. She seemed very pleasant, although a trifle inquisitive.
Mum cooked me a big breakfast afterwards although it was nearly lunch time. It was perfect, apart from the fried bread, which was a little limp and greasy, and the difficulty I had using a knife and fork.
Mum can be so kind and attentive. I cannot understand why Dad felt it necessary to run off with the lady from Aldi.
I will have to stop writing now because it is time for Mum to change my dressings.
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