Thank you

In no particular order – Thank you to:

• all those lovely people who got in touch once they heard John was in hospital to wish him and me well.
• Linda and Brendan who are lending John a laptop while we wait for a new screen for his.
• the NHS staff who are looking after the ol’ man.
• our dear, dear sons who step up, every time.
• our daughters-in-law who offer company when I/we need it.
• our grandchildren for being their normal, cheeky selves
• And to John, for his ever-present love.

Tough times and, when emotions are high and raw, any offer of support is so very gratefully received; and we’re sad when support is withdrawn due to misunderstanding. A common occurrence, I believe, when a loved one is ill but the friend or relative has no exquisite comprehension of what they are going through.

So, we’re on Day 3 of Hospital Holidays. The initial reaction of the medics was to pump John full of antibiotics. They came in today, stroking their beards and rubbing their jaws. “Hmmm, we’re thinking that the IV antibiotic route may not be the best thing for you, John.” Oh?

‘They said it might be better for me to nebulise with ‘Bibitof’….’ John texted. Bibitof? ‘Bob-it-Off!’ I texted back – one of our running jokes for a drug whose name we can never remember. Transpires it’s actually called ‘Bramitob’. Starting tomorrow. Well, that might be good news. He can probably do that at home. Watch this space, folks.

In the meantime, I picked some Honesty today. Thought it might help…. you know, float in the ether a bit. Waft down the M1; drift down the A41 and glide into the Houses of Parliament?

Whatever. These branches have brought a sparkle to the porch, anyway.

And Susie Dent’s Word of the Day yesterday? ‘Arsle’: when you have the distinct impression you’re going backwards instead of making progress. Honestly, I think that woman reads our minds!

Take care everyone. God bless.