Monthly Archives: March 2016

June 2nd (2)

Going Home

We stopped and sat down on the bench to the side of the netball courts. Mook was looking tired and gazing at the primary education block.

“All of that is wasted space, right?” he asked.

I told him that at the moment, yes it was and explained that it had been used when other people were here, mostly as private accommodation; bedrooms, family rooms and so on.

“And where are the labs?”

“Second floor. The windows on this side are to the offices and lab assistants stores. The labs are on the other side of the building.”

He nodded, mulling things over and getting a feel for the layout.

“The end rooms?”

“Oh, they were general teaching rooms. On the ground floor I had history in one of them and French in the other. Second floor I had music and french and the top floor, believe it or not, had…

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June 1st.

Going Home is great read it 🙂

Going Home

We’ve decided that we should take the cast off Mook’s leg. It’s probably been on far too long anyway, but caution has been our mantra. He doesn’t feel any pain anymore and it’s beginning to make him angry. Well, it comes off this afternoon. He’ll still be on light duties for a while to be on the safe side, and he’ll still use his crutch for a week or two but we’re all pretty excited.

Usual chores, although I gave Spiggy a morning off. He’s been a bit run down for a few days and I thought he could do with a lie in.


Spiggy woke up and made lunch for us all. He’s obviously feeling better. We ate at the table. It amuses Spiggy and Mook but I do like the formality of it. It makes us seem more like a family, I suppose. While we were eating…

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May 19th

yippeeee another episode

Going Home

Mook is able to get around reasonably well on the crutches, now. He’s still in pain and can’t put weight on his leg, but he’s getting around with more ease now. He’s become the cat sofa. As soon as he sits down, the cats all sit on him. Whether it’s because they know he is not well and comforting him, or whether it’s because they know that when he sits down, it’s likely to be for several hours so they won’t be disturbed, I don’t know.

They enjoy the fuss he makes of them and vice versa. I’m surrounded by happy people and it freaks me out. In a good way, but it still weirds me out. I still find myself faltering, not quite knowing how to deal with them. I think they get that it’s as difficult for me as it is for them so as soon as we…

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