A Dramatically Undramatic Update

I’ve never had to go into a child’s room at night to reassure them that there isn’t a monster in the cupboard, it’s just something that hasn’t ever occurred to any of my children. Not to say that they don’t have their fears, of course they do, it’s just that monsters haven’t ever featured on that list. However a monster has clawed its way into all our lives, riding on our backs wherever we go and a glinting eye in the corner of the room as we sleep at night. The monster that has come to live with us is ...
Is it possible to be addicted to procrastination, and if it is, is that a bad thing? I hold my hands up to being a terrible time waster when there is something that I really must be doing. If I was sitting in an old church hall right now, rather than standing up and embracing the 12 steps to redemption and efficiency, I would instead be cleaning the chair that I was sitting on, convinced that it was surely an act of reasonableness to want to face your demons with your bottom on a sticky handprint free chair. Of course if ...
About three hours after leaving him I got to take the long walk down to recovery to collect him. The nurse recognised me straight away. It took me a while to work out how she could know instantly that I was Dominic’s mother without ever having met me before. Eventually my eyes fell on a photo of myself and Roger, which, although slightly battered and distorted from having had sticky tape all over it, clearly showed myself and Roger grinning out at Dominic. She’d obviously been having a tour of his bed while he came around. He was very unsettled and ...
It feels like a while since I’ve updated. In practice I think it’s just that the weekend draaaaaaaaged with such efficiency that it just feels like weeks have passed. I’m delighted to say that Mickey Mouse did make an appearance on Friday and even brought Minnie along for the ride. I’m even more pleased that Dominic was so excited at the prospect that his cheese loving hero was coming especially to see him that he leg waggled his way around the ward for at least an hour before they eventually turned up (Mickey, it seems, needs a cup of tea between ...