Sorry it seems I've lost track of the last 3 weeks - it's been a blur. Someone asked me what we were doing for Christmas the other day. I assume the blank vacant look of reply I gave them convinced them I was in no state to face up to the realities of stampeding time. The conversation fizzled. ( I have barely removed the decorations from last year.)
The pink arm has gone - free at last! - replaced by a puny white weakling with lots of black ingrown hairs. That hurts when I move it. The glass half full view is that it IS improving every day, soon it'll be back to it's rambo-esque physique.
Sadly today is the last day of my ACC provided home help. My house is cleaner and tidier than it has ever been, and I know this because everyone comments. It will relapse shortly I am sure.
Meanwhile the boys are growing up beautiful and happy. Snotty and perversely independent too. I have rechristened Little Brother the Human Weetbix Absorption Device. He has 3-4 in his own plate every day, then tends to polish off Big Brothers remnants of 4. He's also up for a few mouthfuls of porridge from Mum or Dad, and never turns down a piece of toast. By that time he may be ready for morning tea. I am ploughing up the lawn and sowing a few rows of wheat.
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