Turn around, bright eyes!

I shall write a decent-length post soon, but to be honest there's not been much to say recently... I'm still in the hermitage, my neuts have finally started falling (1.4 on Monday, 1.1 on Tuesday) and I've been extremely grateful to the World Cup for providing company during the long afternoons and evenings! I've been lying in like a teenager, drawing a 'MISSING' poster for Freddie's and Harriet's best entry for a colouring-in competition on the ward: it was the Brazil flag and was the favourite to win until somebody half-inched it!

This evening my lovely father visited, which was great - and not just because he brought clean clothes (I'd only expected to be here for a week, if you remember) and food! I've some charming friends popping in over the next few days, which is great, so between them and Wimbledon I should be able to keep myself entertained. I expect I'll be neutropaenic very soon, so no more wandering down to Peabody's or to get a newspaper, but hopefully it won't be long before the count starts coming up again...