I have returned from my ladsitting duties, at last!
(There is a sudden quiet, with a few crickets chirping in the background. Such is fame.)
I'll try to post more later, but first let's focus on one incident that occured during the duties.
I was downstairs with the lads; we were watching a DVD of Goofy cartoons, which were also goofy cartoons. Der Brucer was upstairs, getting his daughter's computer hooked up to the Internet so that we could find out who the Oscar nominees are for this year. Der B had a nice mug of hot tea with him.
He was coming down the stairs with said mug of hot tea when there was a sudden crash. We all turned in time to see him sliding down the stairs, ending in a heap at their base. Goofy was forgotten as we all dashed over to find out how badly hurt he was.
Fortunately, no bones were broken, and there was just one abrasion where his skin was rubbed raw; he's just suffered bruises, but that's quite enough. The lads helped me clean up all the spilled tea, and we put der B's pants and shirt in the drier to dry out the tea he had spilled upon himself.
Der Brucer is fine now, if very sore. He fortuitiously had a doctor's appointment later in the day, and the doctor checked him over, giving him a clean bill of health.
Still, it was quite a scare for us all.