Friday, the fairies and Sunday.

"Toto has survived. I know the outcome had looked bleak, the witches tried their best, but in the magical land, away from the darkest worlds, the rest of the fairies worked their magic. Coco's wings were still not working, his injuries were different, but Toto could be saved. With every kind of word and gesture, with every show of love and friendship, slowly but surely her wings returned.
The Witches power was not able to conquer in the enclaves of the fairy world, no matter what tricks they used.
They had their spies, fairies that were slowly being cloned, non fairy- non witch. Their wings grew smaller every day, as they scuttled up and down to the top of the hill with tales of the fairy world. Tales meant to hurt their fairy colleagues. Tales meant to earn them respect from the chuckling coven. Oh how the witches lauged at them, they would never let them jon them, they would use them and laugh.
The fairies giggles, as those that scuttled up the hill were so shallow that they did not know that their trips were being monitored. They did not understand Toto, but she did not care. Toto's tales are only understood by real fairies. Non-fairies hearts are unable to comprehend this and question and tutter over the escapades of Coco and Toto. But Toto just smiles, because her world is full of love."

Friday
Shelley, no3 child, drove through from Aberdeen in the rain to home on Thursday night. I am worried about her, pale and having lost weight. Nothing that a few good meals and a dose of St Tropez will not cure. She is stressed. You forget that by trying to protect them by bundling them back to university life and nights out with their friends, these things will not take away the feeling and worries that go through their heads about their Daddy.
Friday shifts out the way, all three of us, Melissa, Shelley and I headed west. Consultants me. Great News. 16 hours off the vent, 20 tomorrow and bar any bad luck, Colin should be off the vent by the end of next week. Result! All fingers and toes crossed. This could be a reality but we need all the good luck that we can muster.
Colin was delighted to see no3 child, he worries about all his girls. He knows they are strong,a dn the Mitchells are a strong unit. Even when we bicker and argue (not too often though!) Always there for each other, and Colin and myself. We have done our job well, we have created a family. It grows bigger every year. With the inclusion of James this year, and at the end of the day that was Colin and my dream. A happy life, with family and laughter.
Job done.

Sunday
(Melissa)
Louise and I drove Mum through to Glasgow, sharing the driving in the terrible weather. Dad was looking very well today. 24 hours off the vent, soon all the machines and tubes will be gone. He was chatty to start with, but after the paper was read and the week rounded up he was tired.
He enjoyed listening to Louise's strories of the nursery. The children who had had their peg moved from the sun to the black rain cloud for bad behaviour and the the update on the nativity. There were lots of giggles. The business pages were read, and Dad was mad he missed the Rugby yesterday, but was read the sports round up. Will have to take him a laptop next time so he can watch the sports round-up!
Terrible weather, we hit the M8 again to return to the east and the x-factor. Dad returned to watching 24 season 1. 10 hours down, 14 to go.