I'm Jake the Peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um

Tuesday was Mum's birthday and she was getting a bit fed up with still being in hospital. It has been over a month now since she was admitted, see blog entry: Not a very good Mother's Day. Dad and Ian went over; they dressed her in normal clothes and "smuggled" her into the staff restaurant for a birthday meal.

She is getter steadily steadier on her feet, she has progressed from a zimmer frame to crutches. Getting up and down stairs is, apparently best done with one stick and the bannister. But you need two when on the flat, upstairs and downstairs. So you leave one stick at either end and use a third while in transit, picking up the other when you get there.

When Mum heard she was getting a third stick the nurses wondered what was so funny. It was that in her head she could hear Rolf Harris singing "I'm Jake the Peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um, With my extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um".