We appear to be stranded in London, the van which is being used by a friend to move the contents of his flat to a smaller flat is still not back with us plus it is snowing.
Snowing and Al is tired.
My Scouts also had their Ready Steady Cook today which they won! Wish I could have been there to see it:/
Well done Scouts!
We came down to London this weekend, Jean was very excited as she was going to stay at Nanny and Ferfers and see aunty Michelle - Uncle David had been staying with us for the week so he wasn't quiet as exciting but would do none the less.
Mum's in the middle of her second lot of radiotherapy and its dragging on abit though she looks alot better on this lot than she did last time.
They have just given her the results of all the lumph node disections and though it was in some of them it has apparently not got out into the rest of he body and her life is no longer in danger - is what they say.
They have also assured us that the other lot of lumps are not cancer but as they have told us this twice already and twice already it has turned out to be cancer I'm not happy.
She gets weekends off of the treatment and so is looking forward to spending lots of time with Jean though mostly this seems to involve them both laying on mums bed watching films (Mum hates children films though this fact seems forgotten at the moment.)
The radiotherapy will end soon and then we will have to see where things go from there - hopefully on the up.
Dad's stomach problems are still continueing and he had to have a Barium enima. They have given him an appointement for July to discuess the results so we are assuming its nothing life threatening though it is happering his life quiet serverly and I'm sure that it will be affecting his over all health.
They haven't even really interviened were the symptoms are concerned.
I am relieved as I assume this means its not bowl cancer but why wait so long to tell us what it is?
Barbara sent mum some lovely snow drops from along the drive that Jeans is all excited about giving to Nanny and Nanny is very pleased with.
Jean's been pretending to be Peter Pan alot! But now she has been alloting roles to the rest of us.
Daddy is Wendy
Mummy is Haptain Cook = Captain Hook
Barbara is Mr Smeeze = Mr Smee
Ferfer = Granddad is Lost Boy
Nanny is Ah... Croc...o...dile (said with dispondancy)
Unlce David is Tinkerbell (A 5ft10 and a half, 16 stone (don't say 16 its 15 and half I fluctuate), male Tinkerbell)
We were all in fits of laughter.
Jean had fun in nursery yesturday. They're doing a Chinese new year theme, so she was talking excitedly about "Chinese New Ear" all the way home and breaking the nice little hat she'd made.
Sarah had to go to a meeting, so Jean and I had the evening to ourselves. Since I'm often away in London, I wanted to make a treat of this for Jean, so I cooked her pasta (her favourite) and we watched some film together, but then she said she wanted to type on my laptop, so we gave it a go.
I asked her to choose words, then I showed her the letters to spell them out. I was glad to see that she naturally pressed the keys properly, rather than holding them down as many people do. She got quite into this, especially when I started feeding her typings to the speech synthesiser. I turned on caps lock after a while so the on-screen letters would look the same as the ones on the keys. She tried a few nonsense words of her own as well as ones I spelt out for her, too. Here's what she typed:
mummy
jean
orange
CATS
SO3Y7LZG33XV7BNKZ
DINOSAUR
HELLO
JEAN
7NL.
G.XZJOPV
GF.N
Why oh why did I ever get Jean white mittens? Jean likes going over and helping Barbara with her housework and laying the fire etc... then they turn up and I put Jean in coat, boots, hat etc... and they wonder off to do various things in the garden.
Then between 15 and 45 minutes later a very muddy Jean invariably comes back into the house having to jump for the door handle.
This day I had her mittens freashly dry from having gotten the stains from last time out. Her pink coat was still drying but there is a nice long navey blue one which Violet gave us. Jean went out in that and her hat and mittens.
She returns with mud all up the back of the coat and the blackest pair of mittens I have ever seen - 'my glubs are wet mummy!'
And so they are back in the wash leaving me scrabbling for another pair were she hasn't lost one of them :/ I am reminded of Beatrix Potter to be honest - well she is three and I'm sending her out side were there is mud - mud how does it get into her hair?
Alaric, Cranham Scout Group, Jean, Sarah, Snow | sarah | 
Sun 1st Feb 2009 8:36 pm | 
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