Monday, September 15th
Daddy went into hospital today, to get prepped for his op tomorrow. Spent the morning recording some audio and eTV for Univadis, ten went home to crack though the start of the unbelievable backlog of reporting, from not having any internet access until yesterday. Fortunately there were no patients at either of the hospitals this afternoon, so I caned through nearly 50.
Tuesday, September 16th
Too distracted until Daddy gets out of theatre to be able to concentrate on any work, so I set myself the task of nailing our trip to Sicily, Italy and France. With intense research on t'iternet, and the back up of not one, but two guide books it is now sorted.
Saturday, 18th October - home to Gatwick, fly to Palermo, overnight at the Palm Beach hotel. I know it sounds awful, but we're not getting there 'til late.
Sunday, 19th October - train to Milazzo, hydrofoil to Salina, two nightsat the Hotel Signum.
Tuesday, 21st October, sparrow's fart hydrofoil to Reggio Calabria, train to Naples, then overnight at the Villa Claudio Ranieri. Did you see what I did there? I added the Claudio.
Wednesday, 22nd October, fly to Milan, overnight at the potty Hotel Spagni. I wonder if they serve Spanetti Milanese. I am full of crap jokes today.
Thursday, 23rd October, train to Nice, then hire car to Les Chaumettes for two nights.
Saturday, 25th October, fly back to Gatwick, get shot of the kids, then go with eight friends, (still to be finalised), for what should be an amazing 46th birthday meal, at The Greenhouse, in Mayfair.
Why? I hear you ask. I decided it was about time the kids got some experience of proper travel.
At 2.30 the surgeon rings to say that the operation went technically OK, but the tumour was very large and to brace ourselves for future trouble. Daddy is now residing on ITU.
With the operation safely over, I can concentrate on work, and crack through over 45 scans.
The main excitement of the afternoon, was te arrival of the B&W Zeppelin MP3 speakers. Only slightly smaller, and possibly heavier than their German namesake, they make our old Bose speakers look like the runt of the family.
Wednesday, 17th September
I rang HDU this morning, and got the usual type of nurse who couldn't understand a word of English, but I could hear Pa talking in the background, which has to be a good thing. So I decided to devote the day to work, and got through over 99 scans.
Xanthe came home from school announcing that she was on the school council. This sounds ominously American, child-centric and democratic. Apparently she was 'picked at random.' I asked her why her teacher wouldn't choose the most intelligent, charismatic and articulate child in the class, and she said, 'Reuben is obnoxious.' I think she missed the point.
Despite parading a selection of rugby injuries for me to inspect, Perry has gone to do football training with Troy and the Sparta Park boys tonight. So I am sitting in the pub alone, catching up on the blog.
Got to go home now to warm up the oven for my chicken, leek and bacon pie.
Yum. No, you're not invited. Maybe next time.
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