Saturday 15th November

After Uncle Dave had gone home at 2am, I slept quite peacefully on Dad's chest until around 6.30 in the morning. That left him with 1 free hand to carry out my instructions and update my web diary. From time to time I peeped with one eye, and he seemed to be doing ok, although even the computer seemed to be yawning occasionally. When it started to get light outside, I felt sorry for him & called Mum down. I got them to hold a quick  M & M meeting ( Milk & Medication ) to make sure I was up-to-date with my Morphine and Cow & Gate, then Dad grabbed 3 hours sleep before heading off to work.

What he didn't know, at that point, was that I hadn't approved his plan, and that my memory resources were running dangerously low. I knew he was heading to PC World, but the sort of RAM I needed, they don't sell ! Enter a lovely new nurse, Adeline, who by some divine design, knocked at our door at the precise moment I'd picked for my biggest apnoea attack yet. We hadn't even had time to shake hands or get to know each other, before she had me on the floor for some special kissing and something called CPR. Mum was desperately trying to phone Dad, who eventually did a U turn on the M4 and drove back home at warp speed. By then, though, Adeline had me completely re-booted and back to normal. I'd even had a sponge-bath and, my favourite, a shampoo & hairstyle session.