I'm on my way to England for a week. I shall see my lovely sister, and my lovely niece and her partner, and I shall see Tall Girl and L., whose wedding I missed last year because of a Molly health crisis, and when I postponed the visit to TG's birthday I had to cancel that because of a Tom health crisis, so this really has to be the third strike or I'm out. And I shall meet up with Lady Penelope, and Plutarch (historic moment never before seen...), and doubtless the company of these bright, strong, brave souls will make my spirit thrive. (Though Lady P. will not have time to teach me how to turn a heel, so my education in this regard will still be incomplete...)
However, as we all know, brothers and sisters, no joy is unalloyed. I travel rarely on my own these days, and get anxious about it at the best of times, and this isn't the best of times. I am aware I am leaving them to cope alone during this fairly gruelling period, while Mol's still having to have painful injections every day, and we don't really know how it's going to be longer term. Tom endured every kind of piqûre, injections, blood tests drips, to say nothing of oher invasive, uncomfortable and undignified procedures during his own treatment with stoicism and equanimity, but Molly having jabs is nothing but a horror for him. But they are both being so brave, and so without reproach, it wrings my heart.
So please, if you've the time, leave them encouraging words, and hold them in your thought, prayers, whatever you believe in. It all helps.
The video is a bit of shameless uxorious soppiness, so if displays of such things offend you, look away now. It's jumpy and scratchy again; Picasa don't seem to have this programme very well sorted yet. If, when I come back, the creative juices and energies are flowing better, I'll try to get to grips with the proper Movie Maker for better results.
See you all soon.
(Tom - don't forget to have the mute off and the volume turned up.)