Day 114: Tuesday 2nd July

Yesterday was interesting. 

2 extra exercises from Mr J the friendly physiotherapist. I now have a double-sided sheet of things to do to strengthen the muscles around my knees, my pelvis and my core (aka wobbly tummy).

This session was followed by a timely visit to Mummy and Daddy, which turned into a flurry of activity, giving me a feeling that it was totally right for me to be there, on that day.

Did manage a teeny little sing with Dad, and we decided that it was probably best to ignore the verses of songs and stick to the choruses - everyone knows the choruses. Spent some time looking at old photos from the 1930s, and both of us struggled to think of the name for a........

.... Mum arrived home to rescue us, and immediately told us it was a Barrage Balloon. Derrrrrrrr! How could we not know that?

The rest of the day was uneventful, which was great. C1 and C2 both agreed to have baths, which gave me the opportunity to pin C2 down and do his toe and fingernails properly. No more hooves and claws!

Today dawned with a lovely burst of birdsong, after a fabulous 8 hours sleep. It is amazing how much difference sleep makes. I cannot imagine how Mummy is getting by with a 24/7 carers role, and little proper sleep. The difference between the sleeplessness involved in baby-rearing, and the sleeplessness involved in dealing with a much-loved person suffering with dementia, immobility issues, diabetes and other problems is clear. The missing element is joy. Joy in your new baby, joy at the mere hint of recognition from the little face when you stagger around, half awake, doing all the nocturnal things that parents normally do without a second thought. There is little joy in the prospect of sleepless nights, disturbed days, with all the complications to be dealt with. I take my hat off to my mum. 

Poor old dad was talking to me yesterday about life-span, life-expectancy and the thought of 'is it over yet' - a difficult subject to talk about at the best of times. Anyone can see that at times, he has really had enough.  Then again, he enjoyed singing some songs from his past, and the twinkle in his eye was there. This beggars the thought of Dignitas, any way, any where, anyhow.

Hmmmmmmm.

Spent a lovely day with my good buddy H, and made the final decision that fine stitching is not my thing, but crochet and knitting jolly well is!

Near miss on the school run this afternoon, and I must admit I am pleased that I continue to drive with the headlights on full beam down those country roads.  It appears that in a contest between a little Skoda (me) and a massive off-road-capable monster truck, it is always me who has to shift off the road, down a ditch, or halfway across a gate entrance, to allow the (sorry Mum) arsey, dick-head, ignoramus drivers to get their vehicle through without any risk of mud, branch scratches or other evidence of proper countryside driving, while raising the finger to little old me, with my little boy next to me, driving at an oh so sensible speed along the lanes. Grrrrrrrrr! It's almost a daily event now. Roll on a change of school, please. 

ROAD HOGS!!!!!

Award ceremony date and time to be confirmed....... I know who you are!