I think that apart from Emily, everyone on the home care team must be called Percy Blakeney. "Who was he?" I hear you say; "The Scarlet Pimpernell" I reply. They are just not to to be found anywhere, and even James seems to have lost touch with them. Either that or they have all been abducted by aliens and are even as we speak subject to some horrific experiments in deep space. Personally I think I prefer the latter for them; Blakeney was a good guy at heart, and at least he did turn up when he was really needed. There haven't been many UFO sightings over East Kent this week, but a cloak of invisibility is standard on most modern day alien spacecraft so I understand....still, we can't even get a close encounter of any kind with the care team at present.
Physio today was hard work for cleo, James giving her a really hard time, pushing her past the pain barrier while working on her arm and shoulder. As he says, he must push her otherwise there will be no benefit. Of course we both know that, but its hard for me to see her cry because of the pain, and I know James doesn't enjoy it when he accidentally goes too far. For cleo too, the pain can be intense, and I have the utmost admiration for her because she keeps going back, knowing that it may hurt, but always driven by her need to get better.
Laughter: the best medicine
Dinner times are quite special in our house. We always hoped that one day we would have the space to sit and eat as a family, which was not really possible in the flat we rented before. When we bought our house last year we were lucky enough to have a large kitchen/diner and throughout the week we all tend to come together as a family for dinner in the evenings. Tonight was no exception, and I had cooked a nice roast. Now one thing we have always done is to laugh, often at the silliest things. At the moment cleo still has a little trouble eating and is apt to choke on her food from time to time. Making her laugh is really not fair, and I can't even remember what it was that made us all laugh tonight but we ended up with a mass choking session with all four of us in various states of distress over some silly thing that somebody had said. These family times are so important to us all, because they serve to lighten the difficult times, and make us stronger as a family too. Long may they continue.
Dinner was followed by a long wallow in the bath for cleo, and after that we enjoyed a nice close evening together once the girls had gone to bed.
Who needs close encounters with the care team anyway, when we can have our own, just me and cleo?
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