Easter

Easter with the Eggyrises was like the curate's egg - good in parts.
Good bits:
*Sophie was with us for four whole days and two bits. This was VERY good.
*Chloë's birthday lunch was garlicky and tasty at the best of the two local Italian places.
*The weather was often beautiful.
*Plenty of chocolate.
*A trip to Clava Cairns and the newly refurbished Culloden battlefield exhibition (Sandy enjoyed that because he was able to use a wheel chair as his hip is still bothering him and there's a lot of walking outside. He was doing wheelies by the time he left.) I preferred the cairn's. They are set in a pretty glade and never fail to intrigue me with their complexity and the hugeness of the stones used. I'm doubtful of the claim that they are burial mounds. Why line the entrances up with the winter solstice sunlight? (That's rhetorical by the way. Obviously there are reasons why they MIGHT line burial mounds up but I'm just not convinced by those reasons. Gut feelings and all that.)

Less good bits (I'm sure the curate was VERY polite and wouldn't have called them 'bad.')
*Sandy came back from eight days with his dad and almost immediately started a panic/stress attack that is still going on. His throat is all tight and the sound he makes is like someone having an asthma attack but it isn't asthma because the wheeze is on the inbreath not the outbreath and anyway he has spent two days in hospital under observationa during which time we learned diddly except that it isn't asthma. Once he gets to sleep his breathing reverts to normal but as soon as he wakes he's off again. He seems to have enjoyed his time with dad but was glad to be back, had been having very late nights and not getting fed during the daytime (dad doesn't bother much with food) but did some fun things, so ????????? We all have our theories but have nothing to substantiate them. Poor child is fed up with us asking him 'was it this or was it that?' He simply doesn't know. The next plan, mooted by his mum, is for the two parents to go back to mediation to try to get to the bottom of it without involving Sandy directly. Not sure dad will agree but that's his problem.

I was with Sanders a lot of the time whilst he was in hospital when Mum was working and others were out walking. It proved more entertaining than I had hoped. For the first time I played Wii tennis, went Wii bowling, and raced Wii cars round crazy tracks. I lost regularly, beaten by the whooping and wheezing 10 year old, naturally, still it was quite fun. The food in the hospital restaurant is pretty good too. I really enjoyed a beef stew - it was also very cheap which kept me cheery. Nice not having to cook.

Enjoyment is to be found in the most unpromising circumstances.