Home and in heaven

Reacquainting with the fatties. Tills up close and personal while Boze prefers bonding from afar in his man puss cave

Sorry non animal people but rest assured this is just a morning thing, they sleep in the garage overnight

Home has a crystal colourful clarity about it. Pre hospital, I could only see dirty windows, weeds, stained carpet and cobwebs. In time I’m sure that’ll return but for now the beautiful autumn sunshine and the bliss of being home is providing a joyous glossy sheen to my home coming and new normal. OMG it’s good to be home.

I’ve been reading through all the comments to our recent posts and am blown away by the support you have all diligently and generously offered. This blog has turned out to be way more beneficial than I could have imagined. It’s inception was based on keeping you all informed in an efficient spray bulletin manner, never could I have anticipated the strength and support I/we’ve gained from your humour and heartfelt thoughts – that was certainly not on the radar at all – but wow, what an incredibly beneficial powerful bonus that has taken us both by complete surprise.

And to those of you not brave enough to leave comments (which I totally get) and instead sent sneaky emails and texts signing off with ‘please do not reply’? Well what can I say but a big fat thanks for your passionate desire to find an alternative way to connect, they meant a lot.

So, what’s it like being home? How am I bonding with my new buddy?

That’s a whole other post. Stay tuned 😊.