(Please forgive the beyond-crappy photography)

I managed to get up the very steep stairs to our bedroom to find my hospital stuff.  Not an easy task as they are the original croft-house stairs, 45˚ at least.  But I shuffled up on my bottom to be met by Wussums looking on very disapprovingly.  This is his bedroom now.

Rather than give me a nice welcome, he jumped straight out of the window into the rain.  Pfft.

So I hauled my sorry arse back to “my” room and started setting things out to pack.

I am going down to Glasgow tomorrow to The Golden Jubilee Hospital, which still sounds like a Chinese takeaway to me.  I have an orthopaedic out-patients appointment at 09.10 on Monday morning.

I can’t remember what they are planning to do next.  Hopefully they will remove this damn cast (that’s the polite version) and either put a partial-weight bearing cast on or nothing.  Who knows.  I have my swimming costume in case they are taking it off completely.

So my bag is packed and it has the statutory gaffer-tape too, like all things in our house.  I am surprised that no one has suggested gaffer-tape for my leg!

A small little person has gone into a depression already.  She will now be “odd” until I return on Tuesday.

I am allowed to take a helper with me so I had to seriously think about who to take …..

Wouldn’t that be brilliant?  Can you imagine their eyes when I go into hospital with Zoot pulling my wheelchair for me.

Actually I would use Fivla because she is used to my ridiculous ideas and I trust her 100% not to do anything nasty (or smelly).

Right, now how to get Fivla on the airplane – any ideas?