Hello everyone – Penny here this time!
Duncan and I arrived in London yesterday afternoon, expecting James’s discharge from The Royal London Hospital to be imminent. And how. Within 45 minutes we’d had briefings from a selection of medical, nursing and rehab professionals, pocketed the paperwork, gathered together the boy’s belongings and eased our way (oh so gently) into a taxi. Whitechapel Road mid-rush hour is a bit of a shock to the senses for Cumbrian country bumpkins like us – so imagine how James must have felt. However, this was nothing compared to the exhilaration (and emotion) of stepping inside his flat, the first time for more than five weeks.
Enough excitement for one afternoon. James was soon ready to show off a skill he’s rapidly perfecting – the power nap. It’s a nifty trick, strongly recommended by early morning TV presenters and neuropsychologists alike. Why not give it a try?
By mid evening, James and Bean were finally able to enjoy a bit of peace, quiet, pasta and garlic bread a deux (other members of the extended Team Poole maintaining a discreet distance – i.e. downstairs).
The morning after the night before and James still can’t quite believe his luck – or that he’s really home (and not being constantly interrupted by necessary but tedious hospital routines). A leisurely shower and breakfast were enough to prompt a brief siesta – good work! We’re planning a little bit of fresh air mid afternoon, but will see how things go. Doubtless he’ll want to listen to The Archers first!
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