I appear to have found a way to encourage lurkers to post; thanks to all of you.
This should have been a photographic blog, but the computer is not inclined to share.
So instead I'll tell you that Mog is asleep, in a bed not an armchair, for the first time in weeks. Hurrah. She may not last the whole night, but I don't care; she's doing it for now - nicely propped in a profiling bed. I hope her new bed gets to us at home soon.
Little Fish is nearly asleep, occasional mutterings of "I bit sad Mumma, I bit hurty Mumma, I not going to bed I not tired" are fading slowly.
And I have flat in the hospice instead, not over the road, a flat with a bath not a shower. So if I want to sneak downstairs and check on Mog's progress in her bed overnight I can do so, and in the meantime, I am going to enjoy a nice deep bath without worrying that the taps running will wake a sleeping child or disguise a drowning cough.