Scabs, smells and BHS

Any day that ends with your partner removing dried blood from your scalp with a pair of tweezers is a good day. Yes, it may be disgusting but all the crap on my head is finally lifting off to reveal a very neat scar. Just a shame those nasty brain surgeons have to do it all over again.

While we're on the subject of disgusting there has been an air of less than, shall we say, purity in the Wall household. Take steroids long enough and wind, of the noxious variety, becomes a problem. I tend to be the one pushing Jack in public so I can blame him. Anisa has had to put up with a lot in the last few days. Luckily it appears the problem is subsiding, but any visitors have been warned.

And it has been a good day. A little shopping in Nuneaton, fish and chips for lunch and a walk in the park in the afternoon. As the cliche goes it's the little things that become important. It's the most I've done in a day in a long while and I'm knackered. I think the muscle mass in my legs is slowly turning into a second chin. It's amazing how a few weeks with only David Dickinson for company has an impact on the body.

Jack's been a little star as usual. Although he did run amok in BHS. It's the first time we let him wander in a shop under his own steam. He has a fascination with anything with wheels so was busy chasing pushchairs, shopping trolleys and even a mobility scooter round the store. This is what comes of giving chips to a young child for lunch. Jamie Oliver would be appalled. So we thought we'd let him burn off all that energy in the park. There's some video of him on the slide here:



Getting him back in the car was a challenge. We had to play in the garden when we got home, cause he didn't want to go inside. Maybe he's going to be more of the outdoors type, unlike his dad. Maybe he'll even learn to ride a bike one day. There's time yet to get him into video games.

So that's why today is a good day.

Love to you all

J