Sometimes, when you’ve been away for a while, it becomes difficult to know how to restart.  This is compounded when you have little - or nothing - new to say and the answers to many questions are still to be found. 

We are still awaiting a final diagnosis on William.  Although the bio-chemists are really interested in his enzyme issues (is it benign familial hyperphosphatasemia or transient hyperphosphatasemia?), to the extent of making presentations on him to their colleagues in other hospitals, the doctors are no closer to accurately diagnosing why he suddenly stopped walking and why he now has a fairly pronounced drag to his right foot, particularly when tired.  The poor lad has had more blood drained than a vampire victim on a good night for Dracula but whether its neurological, orthopaedic or an internal medicine issue is still up for grabs.  We’ve seen more of the hospital than either of us ever wanted to and despite his love of the huge toy selection, even William is becoming slightly bored.  In saying all this, he is still an incredibly happy little boy - who has accomplished toilet training with accidents in single figures (and three in one particularly unforgettable morning!).

I suppose the thing I do take away from it all is that I have had so many people contacting me about what’s happening and whether they can help.  Even people I wouldn’t expect - who may have just sent a one-line text asking after him - have been incredibly generous with their attention.  It’s a real eye-opener for a complete cynic.  To them all - thank you.

What else?  Oh, the room is finally finished - complete with new furniture and flooring.  Things still aren’t back in their rightful places - mainly due to a rather nasty flood of the garage the night before things were coming back indoors (ain’t it always the way?).  However some slow drying out has ensured that, unlike the washing machine that went bang a fortnight ago, we didn’t have to replace anything.

Have had a couple of evenings solace from the constants of work and home.  The OH celebrated another birthday, which turned into rather a drunken event, and was preceded by a rather drunken couple of nights away at a company conference.  Add our Annual Dinner and there has been much vodka consumed.  However, as I said to a good friend on Saturday when I performed one of my, these days, infrequent mercy dashes, there are only so many times you really want to get drunk with people you work with - where the veneer has to remain in place at all times.  I am looking forward to the coming festive season for the chance to let that slip, if nothing else.

And with that, enough.  Time for bed.