Life Can Change in a Day

We moved. The packers were excellent and made it a pretty stress-free experience. I'll give you a virtual tour tomorrow. Think 1989 Travelodge meets the Circus of Death wallpaper -- in every room. We still have rooms full of boxes. India didn't freak out -- she postively loves the extra space in which she can race dolly's pushchair around / play football in.

I am back on the Sports and Social committee at work.

It is our 4th wedding anniversary today. Feels like yesterday we got married. I love my wife more and more everyday, blah, blah, blurg. Happy anniversary dear.

Rob's back from Chicago. Last week his Dad was admitted to hospital with blurred vision, dizzyness and slightly slurred speech. It wasn't alcohol. It's a brain tumour. The prognosis isn't good either. Rob was expecting the very worst news to be "your Dad only has 12 months", but having been through cancer with Gran last year, I suspected that it might be quicker than that. The doctors have predicted he only has months. Rob's Dad is going to have a course of radiotherapy and look at some other alternative therapy options, so there's still some hope, but that is one mighty big clock ticking. Rob is still in shock -- none of the family can quite believe it, as his Dad's symptoms have come out of the blue. It's so difficult to find the right words to comfort Rob -- it is impossible to put any positive spin on a desperate situation like this and there's nothing you can do to make things better.

I'm just so sorry for his Dad and the whole family.