So, today started badly with the realisation that I had run out of one of Mog's meds; one which the chemist doesn't keep in stock as it is too expensive.
But then it got better, because Mog managed to be hoisted into the new chair, and managed to contain her unhappiness until it subsided and she was comfortable.
We went off to the local orthopaedic hospital, where things got worse when the receptionist in one part of the building wouldn't accept the return of a wheelchair and wanted me to wait and track down the person who had loaned it and asked us to return it there today. It would have been a long wait as she was not in today.
Then they got better - only a ten minute wait in X-ray. And worse, because yet again the children's play area had been made inaccessible to anyone in wheelchairs due to extra chairs being placed there. And then better again, because the radiographer promised to bring it up at a staff meeting tomorrow.
And then things got better yet, with only another ten minute wait to see Mog's surgeon. Who is now happy that Mog's hips are in exactly the right place and reasonably confident that the metalwork is not causing her pain. And who then threw us for a loop by suggesting intrathecal baclofen for her spasm, reassuring us that it was a very minor op. All experiences welcome.
Then things got somewhat worse, as I realised I did not have my purse. And that it had not been handed in at any of the receptions. But better again, when I scraped up enough change in the bus to find some lunch for Little Fish as we went off to get her wheelchair repaired. And better yet when her chair was kitted out with four new outdoor wheels. Apparently she's had indoor wheels for the past two years and no one has noticed. Grass and mud might just be a little friendlier now. And much better when we got home and found my purse on the settee.
Betterer and betterer; Nanny McPhee & the Big Bang proved to be a hit with everyone, although I do hope Little Fish gets over her desire to tell everyone she is all covered in poo before we go to New Wine (Church camp).
And then hurrah for inclusive siblings; Little Fish singing songs and, unprompted, finding verses for Mog to join in with. There's something pretty special about listening to her sing "If you're happy and you know it, sit in your buggy."
More minor niggles; the realisation that Mog's Blue Badge runs out next week and I still haven't found anywhere to get her passport photos done. I haven't had the van's air conditioning fixed yet, there's Queen Anne's Lace growing instead of grass in the back garden, I don't think I have enough semi-respectable clothing left to last a week under canvas, we keep eating the food I keep buying for camp, and I still haven't checked whether the cat vomit has eaten through the tent canvas. Ought to get onto that really.
Still, on balance, not a bad day I think.