What might have been
I spent some time yesterday thinking about what might have been. It was the day that Dad was supposed to come home for Christmas. On the bright side the first ‘emergency’ Christmas parcel that we sent, arrived with him. Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas for Dad if he didn’t have any mince pies or Christmas pudding. I know that at the end of the day they aren’t really the things that matter, but they will bring a smile to his face and that’s important to all of us. I wonder how long they’ll last him.
Shadow the worst affected
Shadow is of course the one of us who will feel it most. She’s his dog, or more to the point he’s her human. They have a much closer relationship than she has with Mum. Mum is trying to comfort her, spending time together just hanging out. Actually, Mum isn’t so much hanging out as trying to get the Wii working in the room Shadow is in. She’s got it into her head that she’s going to use it to exercise – Mum that is, not Shadow. It took the first hour just to replace the various batteries and try to find out how to turn it on. Frankly I don’t hold out much hope.
Cheesecake is back
The best news of the week is that despite saying she is going to diet, Mum has put cheesecake back on the menu and we should be making one either today or tomorrow. That’s a job we all like helping with. A little bit of cream never did any of us any harm – except Shadow. To be fair, Shadow can’t have a little bit of cream anymore because of her tendency to pancreatitis. That just leaves more bowl licking for me and Aristotle.
Love
Wilma