Had a good old lazy day yesterday to ensure I’d be up for going into Plymouth with Nicky in the evening to meet some of her friends for a curry.
Drove Mum over to Whitchurch Post Office so that she could post some parcels and get a few items. She’s doing really well, much better than I expected. Before the op she was talking about not being able to leave the house while I was visiting but here she is wandering around completely at ease on her crutches. She was so determined not to be grubby that she’s even managed to get in and out of the shower on her own now too (with Dad or I on hand just in case). Very proud of her.
Back at the house I then stripped the beds and swapped rooms with Dad in anticipation of Bill’s arrival. Last night I slept in Sy and Mel’s old room. Until now I’ve been in my old room on a single camp bed so there would have been no room for Bill, now I’m rolling around in a double bed on my own he’s really being missed.
Not been too bad though as I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night around 5am, logging on and just catching Bill before he retires for the night. That’s been nice. And tomorrow will be better because tonight I have to go to bed early so that Dad and I can get up at stupid o’clock to drive back to Gatwick to pick up Bill. Hoorah! Looking forward to his aeroplane landing tomorrow and giving him big hugs from Sproglet and I.
Nicky came around in the evening and took me to the Barbican for good eats. We went to The Gangees and I was very impressed to find that everything on the menu was 50% off…whoo!! Stuffed myself silly with saag panaar, mushroom bahjee and much more. Delish. Sproglet seemed to like curry too, or at least he didn’t object! What a good son.