It is with much sadness that I write my diary entry today. I was almost finished on the happenings of earlier today, but suddenly the whole dynamic had changed. The shouting upstairs led to me venturing up to the top floor. Caleb had been playing on Tara’s bed, thankfully the bottom of the two bunk beds tonight. Somehow he had fallen off. His coordination isn’t the best as you might recall, but somehow he fell out of the bed with his arm between the slats on the side of the bed. He was very distressed. I diplomatically asked the other children to stay in the bedroom whilst I led him downstairs to calm him down and put a shirt on him. He had removed his pyjamas and it was clear that his arm had been broken. Maybe one third up from his wrist there looked to be about a 15% angle. I’m no doctor but I think that it must be a clean break. John not being here (in London for a leaving do at work), I called our nanny Sindy in complete desperation. She arrived within twenty minutes and is now at the local hospital waiting in A&E. I am awaiting her update. I settled the four remaining children, trying to have that chat about ‘Cause and Effect’. They seem to understand that there are always consequences. But they are all still so little remember. I’m not sure that the little ones do learn from their mistakes as they do want to repeat their (on occasion) bad behaviour again and again. More of an update later. Fingers crossed. I am very saddened by this traumatic day.