.. well I was up by 7.15am which is early for me. By 8.30 the ham was in the slow cooker, the veg had been prepped, I'd showered, dressed, slapped a bit of tutti on and was ready to face the day. I'd even spent a quiet 10 minutes with a brew doing the jigsaw. There's no easy way of doing the sky apart from working through the pieces and hoping one will fit sooner rather than later. A bit tedious but I'll get there in the end.
Adopted daughter slept over again last night. Both girls have spent most of the day in their onesies, eating chocolate and watching TV. It's like having two over-sized teddy bears in the house.
After lunch we went to see Tom. He'd been on a drip and looked a bit better. He had more colour in his cheeks and didn't seem as breathless.
We'd only been there 5 minutes when the Doctor came to talk to us about whether they/Tom/we thought he should be resuscitated if anything happened to him. The conversation took us a bit by surprise but we tend to forget he had a triple heart bypass 5 years ago. Since coming home we've discussed that as you don't generally drop dead from cancer whether they've discovered a problem with his heart. We'll ask tomorrow when we go.
Anyway, Tom said no to resuscitation then went on to announce that he's going to ask the consultant for chemotherapy because, and I quote "it might make me feel a bit more perky". I've known 4 people who've had chemotherapy and perky certainly isn't a word I'd associate with the treatment.
As Mum says though, sometimes ignorance is bliss! Bless him.