Home Sweet Home

 What a Christmas week. Church twice and plenty of food. Amazing friends and a fantastic time with my mum. A potential broken thumb and presents galore. 

We saw pals on Christmas Eve and boxing day and enjoyed plenty of cheese. And a surprise visit from a friend Christmas Day who called a celebrity friend of his who had a quick chat with mum. 

Oh and a little operation in the middle of the week. It was hard and day two was the worst of them. And then, as can be the way, I came home. 
Home sweet home.
I've had a rather rubbish nights sleep, some vivid dreams when I was asleep. The morphine getting out of my system I suspect.
I'm mainly sore and uncomfortable rather than in pain and only on paracetamol now. I woke up having eaten something in a dream that turned into a real nasty taste so had to get up and eat something to take the taste away. A fitful dream about my new school that ended in a kinda Trs Lasso inspired musical number. 
I've woken up to the sound of the gentle snore of BigA, who, a long with mum and A have been wonderful. You know that but with saying. 

I can see a recovery ahead, reminding myself it isn't linear and there will be ups and downs. But I'm home, two tumours lighter, turns out and grateful for the care love, prayers and support from everyone. And that the NHS staff are there. 

Have a wonderful start to 2024. Great to begin this new chapter with my pesky kittens around me 

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