What a difference a day (and a good night’s sleep) can make! After yesterday’s self-pitying rant, things look much brighter today.
Firstly, our lovely new house. The roof is fixed, the render is done, the new windows are in. This morning I got a significantly more reasonable quote for the guttering work and the plumber who came to sort out the radiator valves also seems to have fixed the hot water.
We’re a day closer to the Jam’s MRI, but rather than focus on the negatives I’m grateful that we live in a country with such an amazing public healthcare system. The NHS has its problems, but the standard of care we have receive at the Evelina Children’s Hospital is amazing and they are leading lights in the world of paediatric cardiology. I’m also grateful that the Jam was born now when research and medical advances give him very nearly a normal life most of the time.
Thirdly, I’m sipping a lovely fruity cider as I write this, and contemplating a glass of Chateauneuf -du-Pape with my steak. There’s always next month…
I decided to try to be positive about the tyre too and concentrate on the fact that I’d noticed it before it exploded on the motorway, but for once the karma fairy seems to think she owes me one. It turns out that I’ve just scraped off a relatively thin layer of rubber and not damaged the important bit or compromised the integrity of the tyre, which means it doesn’t need to be replaced.
My phone works.
As a bonus, I had a lovely lazy nap this afternoon while my Dad played with the Jam. (DH is away for work until tomorrow, which didn’t help with my mood yesterday, but Dad is a fantastic sub.) I got up to find that they’d been busy: