Up The Farway Tree

I'm still doing ok. Have been a bit more tired and breathless this last week, but that's to be expected when I've had a while off IV's. I've also been feeling quite sick off and on, which is starting to curtail my intake of food. I often feel sick when I have an infection, so will need to keep an eye on this and won't let things go on too long if it looks like something is brewing.

Otherwise life has been very quiet. It was Andrews birthday on Saturday so we went out for a meal and I allowed him to watch the rugby without interruption. I say allowed, because I normally do quite a lot of complaining when its on TV. I just don't really get it - a whole load of men rolling around on the grass, with some occasional grabbing of each others shorts (which is apparently part of the game). Although I must admit its much better than football, where they just kick the ball up the pitch and just when you think a goal might be scored, they kick it out! And so it goes on. An entire game can pass without anyone scoring a goal - what's that all about?! I think you can tell I'm not a big sports fan....

Seb was trying out something new yesterday. I popped upstairs for a few minutes and was coming back down on the stair lift. On my way down I could see into the living room, and there was Seb, lying stretched out in the middle of the glass coffee table. Obviously I squealed "Se-eeeeb! Get off!" However, as the stair lift moves at a snails pace, I had to just watch as he waited a few moments before casually standing up, doing a few large cat like stretches, and finally jumping off to come and see what all the fuss was about. I suspect he jumped up there to try and see out the window, but then thought he would test it out for napping whilst he was there. You really can't leave him alone for 2 minutes..