It's not just England who have a bad day

Well as you can probably guess from the title it's not been such a good day for Trace. She has been feeling washed out all day and has had one of her drugs changed. For the medical staff amongst you she has been taken off Diclofenac. Visits to the toilet have been frequent.

On the plus side she has managed to have a shower, of sorts, today and has washed her hair. Again I am sure Tracey will tell you all the details when she returns to this blog.

I thought has just occurred to me, I might have to return to washing her hair for as I did for a while after her elbow break last year. I think I ended up much wetter than her most of the time. I discovered my inner hairdresser, she discovered I was useless.

Football won the day, sadly not England and Tracey's mum and dad conspired to visit in the afternoon while the big boys watched the match. I wish I'd done the visiting. Roger sped back to Cornwall and Brenda came home to tell us that Tracey was just a bit under the weather. As many people have said, we are all allowed bad days. There was some doubt about the evening visit, but our boys were insistent.

Of course the big talking point of the day was the football, how many would we win by? With all of our present upheaval I found it nearly impossible to watch the match. Even when we came back to 2-1, I just wanted to be elsewhere. After 3 and 4 went in Adam and I retreated to the sanctuary of the pool. I dragged myself round in circles and flashed the 6 pack. Adam followed me around and made sure I was fully wet. In the end it was quite refreshing.

The visit was very good, Tracey had recovered a bit from the afternoon and was in much better spirits. We talked, we laughed. Vaughan and Adam talked too much and I was grumpy. This illness is doing wonders for my grumpy old man credentials. I now have Tracey's washing and her old newspapers. She has a new book to read.

Again hopefully she will be home tomorrow. There is still a problem with the remaining drain and she is feeling a "bit sore". "Bit sore" I would be screaming for painkillers. Hopefully she can get over all this. Her bed awaits her.

Tomorrow is a school day, no boys but a chance of Olivia coming in from the West. She may accompanied by Sam. I don't think I can go to work while Trace is still "inside". I will contact work at some point tomorrow. I quite fancy being a lady who lunches again.

Well hope for better news soon. At least we won the cricket.

Chris