Alarms, Rabbits and Drama queens

Well it's been a few days since my last blog but if you don't have anything to say my advice is not to say it. We have been living a life of blissful normality. Tracey is obviously off work and my work is still a bit in and out but all has a veneer of normality, nearly. But things do happen.

I am at last sleeping well and my temper has improved, that is good particularly as a short, fat man in a bad mood just looks funny. I would like to think it looks imposing or threatening, but no, just funny verging on the pathetic. I need to lose some weight to add to the fear. May be I should try body building.

A side effect of sleeping well is that the alarm clock is now waking me up, which is a good thing, well it would be if we hadn't changed sleeping sides in bed. The reason for the change of sides was to place me on the opposite side to Tracey's scar, not because I don't want to see it, just to allow it to heal. This part is working well. Unfortunately on Friday my alarm shocked me awake, I turned towards the side it would have been on pre-op and proceeded to turn off the alarm using Tracey's face. A tweak of the nose does not turn off an alarm and it took me a little while to realise that the alarm was elsewhere. The surprising thing is Tracey does not remember it, she too is sleeping well. That was a narrow escape as I know only too well what would have been tweaked if she had properly woken.

Of course the main recent event in Tinsley life was the return of the drama queen, on a train from Newquay. We had been getting small snippets of drama all week via the telephone, but nothing can compare to full on Olivia. We had been prepared for everything the following evening when Olivia reported that she had stubbed her little toe and it "proper hurt". She couldn't walk, wouldn't be able to get to the station and didn't know how she would cope. She wasn't looking forward to train journey home. Any way she did manage to get the pub on her last night. So I was looking forward to picking her up from Chippenham.

I was slightly late for the train, about 5 minutes, and we had a short, sharp conversation about where we were going next, home or casualty, me and Sam lost and the next 3 hours were spent in Chippenham minor injury unit. Just so you can all join in the fun here is what it looks like.

Of course the real thing is was it worth it, how bad is she, is it in a splint, has she got crutches, will they amputate? Well I have evidence of how severe the injury is.

Now I was going to have this at full size, but I suspect that you can see how bad the injury is by looking at this picture. The upshot to all this is, no xray machine available at the weekend, even if there was treatment would be the same, just leave it, go home. Another 3 hours of my life gone.

The big drama of the day was rabbits. They had been left out over night and had dug an escape tunnel. This is not unusual and we normally catch them fairly easily. They are pretty tame and stupid (like the Liberal Democrats, told you I would get in a dig at some point). One rabbit was easy, he ran for cover in his hutch, a good move. The other one, however, has discovered evasive maneuvers on a par with Raoul Moate (have you noticed how topical I have become, self indulgence). We just couldn't catch him.

He remained out for the whole of the day, it was starting to get dark when Adam decided it was time to catch him. Anyway, as you might of guessed, I took a few photos.

The trap

The Rabbit

Cornered

The Hunter

The rabbit took refuge under the shed. Eventually we got him out and trapped him in his own poly tunnel. He is now under hutch arrest. Next we are going for big game, may be a cat or even a dog, all we have to do is buy one.

Well on to the final child of the family. He was out most of yesterday and camped all night behind Neston Rec. He rang at 6:50 this morning for a lift back home and is still in bed. He was cold and feeling a bit sick, was drink involved? I hope he enjoyed himself and I hope he suffers for it.

As you can see from all this Tinsley life is recovering from the initial cancer shock, I am about to take Trace for a walk to buy the newspapers and it is Lamb for dinner, can't wait.

Chris x