We are back at Number 38 after an enjoyable few days away. The only major incident was on our final night when Mark choked on a piece of sweetcorn.
I attempted a valiant effort at the Heimlich manoeuvre and 2 coach drivers, who were First Aid trained, were on their feet about to intervene, when the offending sweetcorn managed to dislodge itself.
Mark says he'd have been most upset to be taken out by something so trivial and has always hoped for a much more dynamic death. We've laughed about it since but it's pretty horrific watching somebody choke, it seems to go on forever.
All of this took place in a busy dining room and Amy was mortified by the whole thing. Meanwhile, amidst all the commotion, Tom continued to eat his meal then got up and went to the dessert table to help himself to gateaux!
All in all though it's been a good week and I think Tom has enjoyed it, although it's hard to tell as he has the most expressionless face I've ever seen. The only minor irritation he has caused is when he's been in his wheelchair. He loses all ability to communicate with us or other people and only seems capable of raising his hand to point to what he wants or where he wants to go. Honestly, we're not violent people but after pushing him around for 4 days we've both said, "if he points that bloody finger one more time, we'll chop it off".