C'est Le Weekend: On the Road Again

The husband, wisely, decided we needed a change of scenery to pep up our murky moods, so we're off to the Belgian Ardennes this weekend.

It will be cold, but sunny, and as long as the boys can play outside, I am one happy woman.
Yesterday, to get into the swing of things, the boys set to cleaning the garden.

 
Son#1 is now convinced that he wants to be a gardener.
A juggling gardener, because he's been practising with tennis balls for a whole day now.

My dad is out of the hospital, and we're waiting for his new pain medication to kick in.
He stopped taking the Tramadol in hospital as he was starting to hallucinate on it, but then they offered him no other pain medication.
It sounds like the hospital from hell with sarcastic oncologists (When I get the sms from God, I'll let you know when your nausea passes) and prison-guard matrons (You've been transferred?  Well, you fall under my rules and regulations now).
Where does the 'caring'-part come in?
Shame on you, St George's.
Discharge seemed to be the better option.
Hang in there, darling Dad!

Sigh.
Now Son#3 is eating muesli and yoghurt for breakfast with an American football next to his bowl, mentioning 'zombies'.
The joys of having murderous older brothers.

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