Week beginning April 13th
Mum and Dad got settled in, and toured Milan for a day just in time for the arrival of my Uncle John, on Tuesday. We successfully pick him up at Linate Airport, which is much closer to our house. On the Wednesday things turned sour though, as we lost John after a relaxed lunch in Bergamo.
We left the restaurant about three minutes after him and never saw him on the short return to the car. I had to leave as I was rushing to school pickup, ready for Phoebe's birthday party at Acquaworld. Dad stayed behind to look for John. I made it back to Monza in time for the school pickup, and we hotfooted it to the pool.
Mara is born on the same day so they had a shared party.
The girls were having a great time, until an hour before the end Georgina got tossed out of an inflateable doughnut and banged her head on the slide. She had an instant egg above the left temple. After the cake and presents, George began vomiting, so I took the girls back home, to find out Dad had not located John. We now realised that he probably didn't know my address and definitely not my phone number. Did I mention he doesn't speak Italian? Aaaagggghhhhh! I rang my super friend Sushil, who handled the police report while Mum and I took George to the hospital. Poor Sushil was stuck at the Police Station in Vimercate for three hours, for someone she hadn't even met! They quickly established John was not in any hospitals in the BergMo region. Meanwhile Mum and I were at the hospital until 4.30 am, still no John. Importantly, Georgina was on the improve. The Doctor wanted me to stay in hospital with Georgina for 48 hours for observation. This was not possible given John was missing and Mum and Dad had no means of communication. So we went home, keeping a vigilant watch on her. At 8.30 the next morning we received an email from John, stating he was safe and well. He'd spent the night in Romolo, in the south of Milan. How he got there is a story too long for here, but I am happy to tell it in person someday! As the girls had been up so late, none went to school and I spent the rest of the day in a zombie state, keeping a close watch on Georgina. Justin changed his flight to return a day early to help with all the drama. Mum and Dad decided to stick with their plan to go to Como, so I drove them. I didn't want them negotiating trains and buses on the little sleep they'd had. Lexie came with me, we settled them in and it looked like they may not leave the hotel room until the next day. We all had an early night, we were emotionally drained. Georgina continued to recover well. By the end of the weekend she was out of the woods. I don't think we left the house all weekend.
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