Monday and Tuesday-

I've never been quick, but I have just worked out that one pill means uninterrupted nights sleep. No pill means a 0130 cup of tea, facebook and blog entry. If i'd been at university I probably would have used this time to write my thesis (big word but with 3 girls at uni, you pick these things up!).

Pills are being dumped next week. What would I do without my middle of the night life. Life is too short. Even my girls know my middle of the night routine. Louise bought me a beautiful Cath Kidston notebook to record all of my ramblings in, which I in turn leave for Melissa to type up and add punctuation too. Technology and punctuation, not my strong point.

Electric blanket pumped up because it was mighty cold at 1am. I know that the young ones are just starting to party, but us oldies need those blankets. Facebooked checked. Jude Grants pictures are like snow paradise. Abby and Lynne's photos always make me smile, and Jonathan or perhaps Santa brought a pony for the Tidswell family. So much fun had by so many in this winter wonderland.

New year is looming. Christmas presents nearly put away so I think it is time the snow went away! Enough is enough. I am tired of it now. All the oohing and ahhing. Santa's sleigh had been and in a few days time we will all be back to work. Misery of snow traffic jams and delayed flights are too much to comprehend. No, I insist snow goes and we are all safe on the roads once more.

My little mini can be seen heading West even in the biggest of snow drifts, but it makes life so much easier when there is no snow to contend with!

West means Colin. West means the braehead shopping centre. Yes, the dreaded place that I have over time slowly begun to like. Its easy. I'm in the west and minutes from Colin. It has shops and SALES and well, shops mean happiness.

Colin is good, no infections, chest clear, trachi out but he is BORED. Oh boy is he bored. The last week has dragged, as in all businesses, everything stops for Santa. So physio is sparse, people are evacuated home, the lucky ones. His normal, did I really say normal, routine is changes, punctuated only by meals and visits.

Tuesday

Today his physio will return. a most welcome diversion. But then as quickly as it will start it will stop again as the New Years holiday appears. And this is the West. So a very, very important time. But then we are into January and work starts in earnest.

Colin's sore is still not 100%. We cannot push this last part. If too soon, the skin will breakdown and we are back to square one. So frustrating, but Colin is accepting it with his usual good nature. New Years, new beginnings. The two Eddies are being moved round to Phillipshill. I will miss the young Eddies banter, and Colin will miss his nonsense and and youthful chat. But hopefully he will not be far behind them. The tilt table will resume with the return of the physio and as soon as we get an ok from the wound, we will be heading to rehab!

The occupational therapist came to visit the house. A sign that things are progressing, a sign Colin is nearer to coming home. Things will have to be changed, alterations made, new fixtures but everything can be "Farrow and Ball"-ed and everything can be "Cath Kidston"-ed but most of all it means my Colin can come home.

So when winter makes way to Spring, and eventually to Summer, all this will hopefully be a distant memory.