Home sweet home

We escaped on Wednesday morning and arrived home late evening, having stopped for lunch and sleeps at Quent's sister, Lorna's house. Quent still felt pretty ropey Thursday and yesterday - and so did I. We spent as much time asleep as possible and in between times I tried to give Oakley the attention he deserved. Hence no blogging and few phone calls.

This morning Quent is looking much better and has been up and about with Oakley, having breakfast. He is now back in bed, but talking about going to Maplin later (no way!) so he must be on the road to recovery.

Joanna has just called to say that the blog silence had her worried. Apologies for the lack of communication. With one charge dropping from a team of nurses to a tired, old wife and the other charge demanding quite a bit of attention, it's been a bit of a juggling act. And juggling is not easy when all you want to do is sleep.