Bacon Butties, Clean Teeth, and Jane

The morning started with the delivery of a bacon butty, delivered straight from Donna's Express by dad.

I've said it before and I'll say it again - food is not the Brit's greatest contribution to the world.

Mum devoured most of it and then went to brush her teeth to make sure she didn't smell of bacon for Jane.

She started standing and then fairly quickly asked for her chair. Maycourt provided her with this walker/chair so that she could sit down to brush.

After she finished brushing she quickly stood up, moved hand over hand to the bed, and feel into it. She lay exactly as she fell - in a kind of a question mark shaped curl. It didn't look uncomfortable, but it was not a natural looking position. I watched as her energy slowly came back, her eyes opened, and she straightened herself out again. After a few minutes she was back, sitting upright in bed, bright eyed again.

Dad and I took turns lying on the bed beside her. Here's a rare picture of us two together.

And a sweet one of her and dad.

Jane arrived and we had a nice visit all together.

After a little while, Jane and I slipped out and went to Bank Street for a coffee and a chat. It was such a huge treat to have her here. She must be somewhere over Quebec as I write this, on her way back to the UK and all the myriad things that await her return.

When Jane and I got back from coffee, I found mum and dad both snoozing happily.