We spent the whole afternoon in A&E, which was lovely. M was, thankfully, very patient despite being knackered.
She fell over her own shoelaces putting the trolley back in Lidls car park 
Then she sat on the ground in the actual trolley return thing, wailing that she couldn't get up while people tried to put their trolleys back. I called her a drama queen, for which I later had to apologise! We now have to wait for the fracture clinic to call and tell us whether they want to operate or not, as the break is in her radius and at an angle.
So today had been a bit of a bastard. I have literally just sat down after cobbling together some sort of crappy dinner, putting M to bed, and helping DD1 shower/wash her (long, thick) hair. And I've just realised I haven't made DH's sandwiches