Once in a while

A lot of things have happened in the past few months.

My mother came and went again.

I am still employed by the university, but probably soon to be fired.

I am still sick with fever, pain, malaise and fatigue.

I have started a rehab program to build up stamina and endurance, and to learn to live with whatever is wrong with me.

It is tough going:  swimming, walking, lifting weights in gyms and talking - lots of talking.

I'm going back to the immunologist in July. 

 Sons#2 and #3 have been tested for intelligence and social development, all in an effort to find good schools that will suit them best.

We have been on holiday to Germany, and will go to Devon in the summer.

I have been putting my feelers out for a new job, just in case I get fired before I'm ready for it.

We discovered a mouse colony under the shed.

They've been eating my oh-so-lovingly-cultivated veggies that I was trying my damndest to grow in pots.

The mice must die.

Son#1 is still seeing his therapist, and enjoys it too.

He ran away from school again a few weeks ago, and I had to drive around the village asking scared elderly people if they had seen a boy with a Santa Claus hat on his head (which he was wearing - in early June).

One old man on a bicycle replied:  "I'm just a pensioner!" 

We didn't adopt Dennis the Cat, which, considering the mouse problem, might have been a good idea.

It is a tumultuous year.

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