Lurch was asleep in minutes and ,within minutes, was snoring like a fatally obese warthog. After an hour and a half I moved in with The Terminator in the spare room. At 1am I woke up to agonised screaming 'my foot, my foot, it's killing me!'. Rushed into DB's room and examined his foot, he appeared to be in agony. No swelling, could move his toes, got him some Calpol and told him to go to sleep. 2am yelling again, woke Lurch, TT and me up, no change in foot, Lurch said he'd sprained it and no action was required, just painkillers. 3am screeching 'OUCH! OUCH! etc again, woke us all up again. Told him not to wake up TT with noise he screamed 'I ALWAYS KNEW YOU LOVED HIM MORE THAN ME!' felt motherly love and concern was reaching the end of its elasticity, however resisted temptation to punch him and said if it still hurt I would take him to A&E in the morning. Lurch said don't do it, he's only sprained it. Hourly screaming finally broke me down at 5.00am and I took him to A&E. Drove along with DB screaming at every slight bend. I was now convinced he'd snapped his Achilles tendon. Missed the turn-off due to extreme fatigue got there and DB said he couldn't manage to hobble so I had to load all 6 stone of him on my back and stagger up the stairs to A&E.
2 hours and an X-ray later, slight sprain was confirmed and doctor said to rest his foot that day but that he should be able to do 10 mile sponsored walk on Monday! He sat cheerfully in wheelchair while I pushed him to the car, joking 'I want that one, I don't like it' hopped in bed with the TV on when we got home and then 'remembered' that he was missing a science test that day, whoops!