Lib Home

I was out picking today and on my way home about lunchtime when I saw Gord driving up the hill towards town as I came down the other way. I had told him I'd be back in a couple of hours which had stretched a bit and told him to be ready to come to the farm straight away when I got back. My plan was to take my foliage to the farm and go see Lib again after ringing her to see firstly if she could come home, and if not did she need anything.

Seeing Gord had meant one of two things. Either he was just going up to the shops for something or Lib had rang and he'd gone to Berwick to bring her home. There was a note on the kitchen bench telling me the latter was so. I had some more soup for lunch and got busy vaccuuming, dusting, and squeak cleaning the kitchen and making up the bed with fresh sheets.

I had just finished telling Pip that Lib was coming home and I'd leave her there to welcome her home when the front door opened and Lib's voice was heard. Pip rushed to greet her with great excitement, I'm sure she knew Lib was sick and in hospital all those times she had to wait in the car while I visited. I'm sure dogs understand far more what we say to them than we realize.

Lib finally got to open her birthday presents and she was keen to have roast lamb for dinner, her and Gord had stopped on the way home to buy a leg. I took my foliage to the farm and came straight back. Lib put the roast on and I had a bath and came out to a roaring fire and a lovely dinner.

Let's hope for a better run from here. One more chemo session next week, and with luck we'll get through with no more chest infection.