Recovery Room

Alexander had his adenoids out today. He was such a remarkably good boy that everybody remarked on it. I'm very proud of him.

After a bit of a false start in recovery, where he moped for half an hour then asked for a bucket and waited for it to come before puking in it (see he was even good then....), he perked right up and had to be persuaded to leave the hospital in the end, he was enjoying himself so much.

I eventually managed to get him to bed after a large supper and stint of ministering to a sick Woody (Bad Granny was trying to encourage him to use Woody's hat as a sick bucket).

I have to give a special mention to Sarah for inviting us round for tea (in the visitor's cups) and letting us eat a picnic in her front room.
At least we didn't have to stay in like last time.