avagoodweegen

We've seen signs of the old Ben this weekend. Not quite cracking jokes and hanging it on his brothers but not far off. MD said that he and Ben had had breakfast together on Saturday morning, just the two of them. 'He didn't say anything' said M 'and so I didn't either'.

On Saturday he and Sally sat in the sun on the driveway. A small
enthusiastic dog with his owner was very excited to see him and with
furiously wagging tail he inspected Ben. The threat of being licked
mercilessly was a worry. The combo. of dog lick, still oozing scar,
and low blood counts (and falling over the next few days) did not
seem a good idea. So the dog was sent on his way. Last night Ben went
to a friend's 21st party where he met up with lots of the old gang,
many of whom he hadn't seen during the month in hospital.

Yesterday he sat outside again sunning his incision scar. He also read
a book. I know that might sound a bit strange to mention but he
honestly hasn't had the concentration or the interest to do anything
for over a month now, so reading a book was something to do with
connecting with life again. He had his afternoon hospital appointment
at about six and then went to church.

Oh... an apology to my Mother, the most unassuming chicken townhouse
cook! According to reliable sources, the photo makes her meal look
like something you might (or might not) feed to your dog. It is
however not anything you'd give to your dog and it's a general
favourite with anyone who has eaten it. A friend dropped in a beef
casserole last night. She called it a 'beef shack' casserole, because
she couldn't claim it had reached the lofty heights of a 'townhouse'.
LA