...We've spent quite a bit of time with Tom. He's still not so good, refuses to get into his bed and has taken to sleeping in his chair. I think he's frightened of going to sleep and not waking up again. They called the Doctor out Saturday afternoon as his breathing went a bit funny and after the visit decided to move him downstairs to the nursing section in case he needed oxygen. Then this morning they called out the Macmillan nurse to check him over. It's certainly been a week of dips where he's concerned, just hoping he's reached a plateau now for a couple of weeks.
...I took Thomas strawberry picking.... in the back garden. We managed to get 14 juicy red strawberries and there's probably about the same again yet to ripen.
...I was stood on the decking minding my own business when it just gave way and my foot went through it. I scraped my ankle and got mud on my shoes but it could have been worse I suppose.
...Mark had a boxset binge Friday night and I had a bit of a jigsaw-athon. The Titanic is now completed.
...I decided to cut some flowers for my little vases. These came from the pots that are stood on the much safer patio area.
...We went to look at caravans. We used to own one when Thomas was a baby and had some fantastic times touring around the UK. It's not everyones cup of tea but I really enjoyed it and I'm trying to persuade Mark that it would be a good idea to get another one.
Not sure how successful I'll be but considering Thomas point blank refuses to go abroad in case there are terrorists it might be the only way we get another holiday!