Home again home again

Well, what a week, I was fine, I was having a good time settling in at home and getting used to the glenorchy routine, I even got time to meet my great grand mother (that is Dad's Mum's Mum) Grandma Coen, but then things went wrong and I had to go back to the hospital. It turns out that there was nothing wrong with me, but there was something wrong with mum, I was going to write down all about it here on the blog, but mum said that I "wasn't at liberty to divulge personal information relating to the health of other people", (whatever that means). She did say though that if anyone wants to know more details she'll talk to them herself. Either way though we stayed in hospital again for another week from Tuesday the 4th of March to Monday the 10th of March and Mum, Dad and I are stoked to be home again.


Anyway when we got home I noticed that dad (as usual) smelt bad and told him as much. This kind of back fired as he said that if he was having a shower then so was I. It wasn't that bad in the end, I actually prefer it to that water boarding torture thinly disguised as a bath that they normally put me through and I did come out pretty clean.


After my shower I finally got some peace from mum and dad while they unpacked all the stuff that they took to hospital, I decided that the ideal thing to do would be to play in the jungle that Mum's work mates bought for me as a gift, That was very stimulating for my young mind, at least that is what the packaging said, so who am I to argue?


Anyways all 3 of us are stuffed and need to get some sleep once i have finished my feed, that should be great.

Ta Ta all,

Paddy