The Blurred Line

Day 37 - I'm in stitches! (or out of them as the case may be today!)

I should get Thursdays off and a nice long lie in but this early I had to be up bright and early for the dressings clinic. Mum did her classic thing of getting me there with two minutes to spare but then the traffic had ben horrendous – typical!

At the dressings clinic, the nurse Lina decide that the suture lines needed another week with the stitches still in but said she was impressed with it and it all looked good. I was glad that we had still stayed away from the I word. Aplogies for the appaling pun for a title - I couldn't help myself! She redressed it and after I went to physio for an hour when Dad picked me up. In the rush and stress of getting me into the car, which is a really stressful job, the coffees I bought were caught in the cross fire so we now have a seat that smells as yummy as coffee creams.

You heard a lot about my Mum but not so much about my Dad. I think that's because I take him for granted a bit and don't appreciate him enough. While my mum was with me, he was walking the demanding mad dog at home, doing things round the house, working, tidying my new bedroom and painting its walls. I love my dad very much and am proud that the Tuesday after next he's going to become Deputy Mayor of Ealing and I only hope he realises. I definitely enjoy having lazy days with him though.

I had a very quick nap while Dad hoovered and cleared up because my old violin teacher, Claire, and her beautiful baby, Max, were coming to visit. Max was the wonderful painter who painted the "Spring Eruption" card destined for the Louvre that I posed a couple of weeks ago. Mum also got home early to meet her which was really nice. I hadn't seen Claire in a while but she looked so well and happy. Her happiness really did overflow so I couldn't help but feel so happy. Max is so smiley and such a happy baby and I loved having him on my lap. I haven't actually held many babies so I was a little nervous though I hope I didn't let it show but it actually felt quite natural to hold him. We did try to protect my leg from his enthusiastic arms using pillows which just about worked. I did this thing where I increased my voice in pitch a bit just saying "aaaaa" and then "pop!" and it drove him wild! His mum even stopped her conversation with my mum and said that he didn't usually giggle and what did I do. It quickly turned out though that his favourite game was dropping things on the floor including his mum's iphone.

After Claire left us, I did what I do best, which is fall asleep.