Measuring Progress...

The opposite view to yesterday's blip and what I thought I'd be looking at all day but I've managed to get downstairs. Yay! :-))

I am also now able to separate the fingers on my right hand enough to make rude signs at D when he laughs at the state of my hair after my frustrating attempts to blow dry it using one hand. I'd count that as progress :-)

Other than being the source of great amusement to D, he is looking after me splendidly.

I have beautiful roses, chocolates, trashy magazines and good books to read. He is also on hand to administer painkillers, foot rubs, food and cuddles, as well as looking after Alan and trying to work from home. What a star he is.

:-)