MORNING DOWNUNDER
Our Lives Are Fragile
My grandson and I escaped serious injury or worse
Yesterday, I was looking after Caelin in the back bedroom so Keeley and the baby could catch a few zeds. First he was playing with play-doh on the upside-down laundry basket, then we hopped on the bed to play doctors. He has a doctor’s bag, but I said we’d play without it. I turned my phone torch on and checked his throat, eyes and ears.
He found a small torch in the drawers and checked my mouth. Then he presented me with a calculator saying it was a toy. So I was showing him numbers and how they showed up on the screen when the chest of drawers tipped forward and crashed to the ground. Smashed the vacuum cleaner, but not the TV. Vacuum cleaners can be replaced, but not so little boys.
I don’t know exactly how it happened but he must have opened the top drawers and the weight was too much for the drawers to stay upright. Keeley has been worried about them ever since she moved here. I pooh poohed her concerns. She said they need to be fastened to the wall but it’s asbestos so that’s not possible without major reconstruction.
They need to be repacked with heaviest items in the bottom drawers. Until then, the bedroom door is being kept closed.
I was pretty shaken up thinking how precious life is and how fragile our lives are. All I wanted to do was hug Caelin close and never let him go.
