This little lot landed on our doorstep at 8.30 this morningOne month's supplies of disposable plastic bottles and lines for the girls' feed pumps. That doesn't include the feed itself, the syringes, the vast quantities of medication, nor any of the above for the TA Kid (henceforth known as the Wahooligan for reasons best known to those familiar with the
Delivered to the GP surgery not to the house but collected from there by us, the following collectionOne month's incontinence supplies, again for my girls but not the Wahooligan, and not including the wipes or gloves or aprons or spray or any of the other bits of cleaning equipment. Oh, and not including the catheters either which do get delivered, one giant box containing many packing peanuts and one smaller box which then contains ten cigar sized boxes and a small bottle of alcohol gel. I get the whole "we are discreet" thing but surely just not printing advertising on the outside of the smaller box and then sending that by itself would do?
This pretty thing was delivered to my phone via Little Fish, who is very pleased with herself.Myself, I think she's managed to perform some kind of brain scan on me whilst I wasn't looking.
And last but by no means least, Mog was delivered home to us in style
I wonder what the good citizens of Oxfordshire made of that as it went past!
ps - she was in the car not in the wheelchair, although had they managed to get it upright I'm sure she'd have enjoyed the ride.