Saturday, 9 April 2011

Gavin: You looking at me?

Admittedly, a lot of people take a look at kids in a wheelchair with a tube in their nose but it takes a special kind of twat to gawp for ages. Unfortunately, the lure of £4.99 capri pants seems to bring out the worst kind of people so we left H&M in tears yesterday as Sonny felt like some sort of Ripley's 'Believe it or not!' exhibit paraded around the badly dressed fat masses.
It weighed heavy on his heart as, at midnight we heard him sobbing in his bed. He told us 'he'd had enough' and that he 'wasn't sure he could carry on'. Of course, we did the right thing and told him how silly he was, carried him to our bed and comforted him as he watched Tiger Woods fight back to 6 under. When he was asleep we both picked up the pieces of each other's hearts ('is this yours love?'), until Ruby muscled in on the action and I ended up sleeping in her bed. 
Today was a six hour transfusion at The Witt where he narrowly shaded a three hour Monopoly marathon while I brushed off his blood pressure reaching 161/122 as the excitement of winning.
It's emotional, dramatic and tense. But will mean nothing if Arsenal don't win tomorrow's televised game. Then we'll really see some tears from him. 


  1. Just sending you the most massive hug and mountains of love, Clare H&B x

  2. :( :( :( Grrrrr...... :(

  3. I saw (fleetingly) the most enormous woman in McDonalds on Saturday and wondered how she got thaaaaaaaat biiiiiiiiig as I don't think even McD's could make THAT happen... maybe taking her out with you would distract the tw*ts from gawping at gorgeous Sonny?!!!
    Big love. <3 <3 <3