The phonecalls, visits, emails, texts and of course the kind comments on here that we have received over the past week have been amazing. Thank you all for taking the trouble to leave a message, I'm so grateful. We have also been incredibly touched and at times astonished by the generosity of thought and deed as we struggled. It's times like these that really test your mettle and we have been very fortunate to have so much help and support.
Harry is recovering well and back home with us. The punctured lung was the most worrying and he has to sit tight for quite a while yet to give his ribs a chance to knit back together so he doesn't puncture it again. He's a truly terrible patient, refusing to be on the sofa too much and arguing when we shout at him to sit down. There are still more scans and tests to be done, but he is in no danger now. Well, apart from being arrested by the fashion police while he shuffles about in his holey joggers and Grandpa slippers.
I have much I want to share that I have been working on, and I wanted to show you Bliss, a great new magazine I have been part of, but all of that will just have to wait...
Please life, don't wee on me again for a while. Thank you in advance.
