Day 20: Saturday 20th March

It is Easter Saturday, and it is totally, utterly freezing. 
I cannot stop shivering - this is quite a new phenomenon for me, as I normally (pre-operation) don't feel the cold. Now, however, I am joining the 'extra jumper, thick socks, and possibly even a thermal vest' brigade. This is for indoor wear. The heating is on, the fire is working, but I am still freezing. This must be how people with lower BMIs feel all the time. Or not. Maybe I am simply being a wimp.

Shivering like a skinned whippet.......
a lovely analogy....... not.

The trampoline in the garden is an absolute hit with C1. Morning, noon and night - she is out there bouncing to her little heart's delight.  Happy doesn't even meet her half way.

C1: looks like this is her new activity of choice. 

C2: his pyjamas do not impede any kind of
jumping activity either!

The idea of having a giant bouncy thing in the garden is proving such a stroke of brilliance. Bring on the sunny warm. 

C1 and C2 have even been captured
HOLDING HANDS AND LAUGHING!!!!

On the home front, there has been an event. 

Baby-Daddy has come over here on a bus, and collected C1 and C2 for an afternoon out, to 'take them off my hands for a short while'. 

I am delighted about this. 

The journey from A to B is rife with danger...

Firstly, because both children are truly fed up with my lack of enthusiasm for running around, and secondly, because it proves that B-D can use the bus service, and it brings forth the idea that our discussions about him collecting them on a Friday from here, and me picking them up from his yard on a Sunday afternoon, are another step closer to fruition. 

C1 has been baking again, and this time, her first venture into the realms of fatless sponge resulted in a marvellous 'proper Swiss Roll'.

Fatless sponge. All good. With jam on it.

Unfortunately, it succumbed to lashings of
American Chocolate Fudge Frosting and some mini-eggs.

Ahem..... may I point out here that I have not even so much as licked the spatula!!!

Sticking to Stage 2 is becoming easier as I get used to the idea of not drinking with my meals. This means that the 2 tablespoons of pureed goo all end up where they are supposed to be, burping is reduced to a minimum, tummy pain is almost non-existent, and I can look forward to not having to lie horizontal while the 'feeling sick with nothing to show for it' phase passes. 

I do not miss this phase at all.

A visit from Mummy and Daddy was an impromptu and welcome surprise this afternoon. 
It got me off the sofa, where I was enjoying a mild snooze, with intermittent freeze-frames of Mr Denzel Washington in the shower during The Manchurian Candidate.

Sorry - no shower scene here - I am not that generous!

I enjoyed seeing them, although poor old Daddy wasn't able to get out of the car, so we chatted through the car window. He was overcome with emotion to see the incredible shrinking me, and as I stood back from the car, he was very complimentary, although he was also crying. This is a very hard time for him and Mummy. Islets of calm and clarity are to be treasured. 

They went home after about 20 minutes, and I am just finishing off here, in preparation for a cup of tea and a bit more Denzel. 

C1 and C2 will be home by 6, I hope. We have a date with DIY pizzas and some decent celluloid input before a reasonable bed time. I have in place an embargo on any bed-time shenanigans this evening. No bed, no Easter Bunny! Never fails.

Ha Ha!!!!!!