We had another trip up to Great Ormond Street Hospital yesterday afternoon. It was a situation that proved the necessity of keeping a good working relationship with the doctors there, no matter what the history. Dominic's knee had starting dislocating randomly just before we left the hospital. Obviously with everything else going on (see here if you want refreshing) my request that someone told the neuromuscular consultant fell on deaf ears. I ignored the problem for a while, it didn't seem especially urgent when we were lost in the chaos of coming home and I was due to see her soon ...