Mum left at 06.50 this morning. I was going to see her off, but figured by the way she was creeping about that she probably didn't want to wake Dad or me. Hard to know whether this is Mum being kind, or if she'd rather just avoid a "scene".

So I left her to it.
I did a bit of creeping about myself last night too. I set my most reliable alarm clock; I didn't pee before I went to bed!
Woke up about 02.00 and set out the card I'd written her. Ditto the silly little LED butterfly and the badge (button) which says "Stop Looking At My Tits"

The card was on display with the rest this morning, and the note about making sure Dad took his 15.00 tablets had "thank you for the butterfly" written on the bottom.
Nothing about the badge though. I may have to get a refund on that ;)

I've been intermittently wondering all day at work, how you guys are doing. Give your mum an extra hug from us all. And one for yourself whilst you're at it ;P

Ab's decorated the twins' room this weekend.
I think they might like The Gruffalo.
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Bless.
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Nicely done.

Although, in my experience with kids' obsessions, they will be redecorating in about 18 months.

Edit: although it should be easy. Change the bedding, remove that little patch of wallpaper, take down the posters, and the white lettering will be easily covered with the leftover green paint they saved.

It's not nice to fib to little children.
......................... Love, Gruffalo

Pretty doggone cute.

Ps, sorry gruffalo.. Them's the breaks.

Very cute!

Gosh it was hard seeing Mum with no hair.
I mean I know she got the shitty end of the stick, so I smiled and laughed and didn't stare. But she did not look like Mum. Broke my heart.

The hat pushed back on her head was knitted by Limey. She wears it all day every day inside, she loves the feel and colour and style of it. Big up Mrs Yarn, who would not accept a penny in return.
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When she goes out she has her wig and looks beautiful.
In Friars Square, the local shopping centre, where she insisted on buying me a travel sized bottle of mouthwash as I'd finished mine. For my hospital bag. Even though I am never not ever going back to hospital again.
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In Morrisons, where we went for breakfast. I ate all Dad's toast (because he ordered it and felt too full) and drank so much tea I had to refuse the lovely Mr Carruther's offer of a hot drink about an hour later.

I do love her.