…and giving and giving and giving
Avid followers of this blog (of which there are none) would recall my last post about hamish having contracted gastroenteritis.
Well true to the title of that post, I type this one sitting in the emergency ward of royal north shore hospital where I have spent the better part of 2 hours holding a cup against his penis trying to catch a urine sample.
I’ll be sure to remind him of this moment when I’m 90 and he’s doing the same thing for me.
