An O.T. Wonder

My cold has fled. It was the Occupational Therapist. Not only a curer of colds, but a provider of commodes, one wheelie and one not, non-slip seat cushions and a wheelchair (still to come - the emergency one above did not meet with her approval and is now banished looking as if it too wants to flee), also arranger of care visits, doctor's visit and physiotherapy. In fact, maybe just an all round angel providing manna.