Zoe: Prize Fighter (106+)

Sonny is desperate to be back to his fit normal self. The physio routine is hard but I do think it is starting to work. I feel like Rocky's gym trainer, Mickey Goldmill pushing him on. Ok, we're not chopping wood, lifting rocks or working out in the snow but he's working little holes into his socks. Just look how far he managed to walk today.

Zoe: Didn't we have a lovely time (105+)

Sorry for the slack behaviour - rubbish internet on the coast and a rather busy day yesterday meant I couldn't update you on our special hols...

Ruby seemed to have recovered this morning following 11 performances over 2 days to friendly Brighton folk enjoying a day out at a lovely food and drinks fair celebrating Mexican Independence Day. After weeks of being under house arrest it was quite a shock to the system to be sharing the event's green room with 12 street dancers, two stilt walkers, a full Mariachi band complete with giant guitars, sombreros and skirts the size of small planets. Being away as a family was awesome. Its ages since we've argued over the ipod playlist. I've missed those Mika v JayZ v Arcade Fire bust ups.

Zoe: Road Trip (101+)

Ruby is dancing in Brighton this weekend and we're all going with her. The local hospital has been primed, the bags are packed and we are feeling excited and a teeny bit nervous.

Zoe: Tears before bedtime (100+)

Sonny's had lots of big fat rolling tears today. Not sure why exactly. Could be he's a bit tired from all the home schooling which kicked off this week - one to one is great in theory but pretty intensive if you're just ten and would really rather be at the back of the class flicking paper bogies at the ceiling.

Zoe: Grand Slam (+99)

Yay, the kids are locked up again which means we can be a little bit more adventurous. I always rather fancied myself as one of those ladies who played tennis during the day while the kids were at school.

Gavin: He's back! (BMT+98)

Odd turned up after 5 nights, ate 2 bowls of food and pissed off. It's so rewarding being a cat owner.

Gavin: Don't panic, but the cat hasn't come home (BMT+97)

I can't believe this. Just when we seemed to be calming down with the intensity of worry that our situation has demanded over the last year, now the cat (Odd) hasn't come home since Friday. I kind of thought we'd got a couple of free passes on things like this for a while. I mean what next? I tried to have a chat about it with our guardian angel but she'd managed to burn her wings on her crack pipe and was a bit preoccupied.

Zoe: Can't beat the feeling (+95)

Look at this boy enjoying a stroll down the Regents Canal and enjoying the real thing in a pub garden. The deserted pub garden seemed safe enough until a wedding party arrived and our barmaid went home with a dicky tummy. If that wasn't enough excitement for one day when we arrived at the canal actual canal boats were properly using the locks and everything. A hearty seadog merrily doffed his cap and offered to give us all a ride down to the next lock but the thought of explaining how he'd slipped into the canal to the nurses at GOSH was too much for us to entertain. Oh... the adventures we have.

Zoe: Empty Nest (+94)

Gulp. Sonny has gone to play at a friends' house. I don't know who was more terrified - me or the mum I gave the 30 second 'in the event of an emergency hickman line talk' to. On second thoughts, I think it was her.

Zoe: When Two Tribes Go To War (+93)

The kids are squabbling... bliss.

We had Clinic at GOSH yesterday. Bar a few tense buttock clenching moments when the consultant prodded and felt for lumps and bumps in Sonny's neck it was pretty non eventful which we like. They have begun reducing the steroids, which is the last immune suppressing drug he's on and one that that always stopped his cancer in its tracks. GVHD is still a cloud in the horizon but for now the sun is shining. Pimms anyone?