In which variety is not, after all, dead

[desperance]

I think this must be irony, or something. I have spent almost the entirety of the last week in bed; it's, um, ten in the evening; I am finally free of constraints, room-mates and strict nurses. Guess where I'm going...?

I am shattered. And the boys are no fun tonight. They have greeted me duly (Barry has sat on me; Mac has bitten my bad thumb. Twice) and now they are sitting in windows, nudging each other and saying "Coo! Did you see that one? Cool!!" We love fireworks, in this house.

All I need now is nurses to change my sheets daily, tell me to pull my (surgical) socks up and bring me hot coffee and toast in bed. I think I might miss that...

Comments

[agoodwinsmith.livejournal.com]

Welcome home, such as it is. :)

Are you bitten through bandages, or - well, the "or" doesn't bear thinking about, really.

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Ah well, just being at home is exciting and exhausting. Sleep well!

[ogre-san.livejournal.com]

Lovely people, nurses.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Welcome back, Thumbs.

[green-knight.livejournal.com]

Fireworks to welcome you home. How thoughtful.

[gauroth.livejournal.com]

Even in Hertfordshire there are fireworks banging because you're home.

Guy who?

[birdsedge.livejournal.com]

Glad you're back and in one piece.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Now I feel I should offer to come up and wait on you... I can in fact do this if it would help, since I can in theory write anywhere. But you might not appreciate my cooking.