The State of the Boy

Jamie had his operation yesterday; two little grommets went in and the residual regenerating adenoids came back out.

Monkey came too and even got a hospital bracelet.

The time before the operation he had probably the best time of his life. He played the new Angry Birds Space game, completed the Ward Easter Egg hunt in record time (whilst enchanting all the parents and nurses with his earnestness) and painted several hundred plaster of paris figures. And then he was called down to surgery. This time the anaesthetists were able to locate one of his miniscule little veins, so he didn't have to fret about the mask afterall. He was under for just over an hour, and in a strange episode of syncronicity I swapped messages with an American crafty mum friend whose daughter was under at the same time. I wonder if they met in the ether?

On the way home he said, 'Dad, your car sounds like a jet plane'.