Daughter's, holidays and what else will the weather chuck at us?

It is once more our annual holiday... so what is it about our 'sacred' time away, that seems to inspire our daughter to have an emergency that only we can help her with?  She is thousands of miles away from home in New York.  She has an infected leg requiring $900 worth of hospital treatment and $93 of anti-biotic.  Yes, she has insurance, but of course has had to pay out up front!   Could we help her as she didn't know if she had enough in her account to cover it?  This, at 6.00am in the morning, was somewhat of a shock, especially as DH flew out of bed at such a speed (to answer his phone), I thought he was going to be ill (I don't normally sleep heavily, but I had gone to bed very late)! We are hundreds of miles away from our home... needless to say without any of our financial 'requirements' to use internet or otherwise banking, thus to try and put money into her account (and it being a Sunday)... nigh impossible.  Why is it that banks do not have a contact number to phone for genuine emergencies?  The Indian call centre does not understand that we do not need to carry our passports within our own country - the UK call centre for DD's bank could not help as they would not accept debit card payment. GRRRRRRR!!!!!!

A few years back, we were in Oban and a similar thing happened... DD phoned at 2.00 am to say her car had been stolen and what should she do as she was miles from home, it was freezing cold (it was late October) and they would not let her back into the club she had been at to ask for help from her so called friends. We arranged for someone to pick her up and take her to our house at that point, but.... where is the common sense that we hope we have imbued into our children?

Having said that, we are having a slightly damp, but very pleasant holiday.  (The weather is being influenced, I think, by the after-effects of Hurricane Irene travelling across the Atlantic, so is rather up and down this week).  However, it is beautiful in the Lakes and so green.  We love it here and there is so much to see and do, however many times we come.  My diet has gone to pot, but I am trying to reel in my greed!  The food up here is so much tastier than at home!  At least it seems that way, but there are so many places to eat honest home grown or produced food here, that it is difficult to make the 'sensible choice'.  I had baked potato with crayfish and courgette and white onion soup (sounds gross but actually was tastier than I expected.  DH's gammon steak (at an inch thick and very succulent), with double fried chips, two eggs and salad was just amazing.  His pub-produced real ale was just delicious (I don't ever have a beer, but it was just smooth and had so many overtones that had I been a beer drinker, it would have been the one I chose). 

After coffee and NO desert, we left to continue our perambulations and eventually ended up at Ullswater and the Brackenrigg Inn (a frequent and favourite stop), for more coffee (and a desperately needed loo stop... LOL).  Two pots of coffee later, a half hour drive back and a visit to Morrisons for milk (and another loo stop) we have got back to discover DD has been invited, along with her team mates (she is in NY for an International sports event) to dinner with a fire crew who were involved with 9:11 and the Twin Towers.  This has obviously made her forget her woes.  Thank goodness something positive has come out of her trip... the first part of the games was cancelled due to Hurricane Irene and they lost at the semi finals to a team they had already beaten! Not sure how that happened but....!  Fingers x for her last few days out there... and for a relaxed end to both our holidays!