Week three of Dolly being in hospital. This week her beautiful eyes finally opened. She seems an empty shell, sad watery eyes stare through you, wilting any shred of happiness that she is once again conscious, because is she really?
Today however was a day to try and think positive and try and enjoy what delights september can bring.
Cold nights and chilly mornings mean only one thing... The Toast sheets have been resurrected and my autumnal slumber is once again happily wrapped up in flannel.
A heavy and uncomfortable atmosphere of dread has settled over our house, thicker than the dust i have been rigorously polishing away. With my parents almost living at the hospital over the past few weeks, i have been busy distracting myself with housewifely duties, making our home a much needed sanctuary for their late return every night.