Home and happy

It really is lovely to be home. We are all pretty tired - Oakley included, after a week of endless sleepovers and exciting visitors. He slept for two and a half hours on Tuesday afternoon which is pretty unheard of for a four year old boy. It was - still is - fantastic to see him. We are all a bit smug at the moment. We keep grinning and hugging and kissing as we enjoy quality time together. (When we aren't cursing half term for stealing our daytime naps, that is!)

I don't have much to report. We are doing very little. Quent is snowing skin again. There is a fine film over everything, no matter how often I sweep up. But he has a great appetite and is doing well considering what a terrible time he had at Christie's. This time last week....

We now have nearly three months to get as much healthy food and rest into him as possible.

Talking of which, it's way past my bedtime.

PS. If you missed the post on Quent and friends' sponsored adventure (not sure what else to call it) or, like me, you haven't got round to sponsoring them yet, please see the post "Rallying round the Prof" (or type "sponsor" into the search box on the top left of the blog)... and dig as deep as possible for the amazing Prof Hawkins and his team. Thanks.