I had intended to reply to all your lovely comments this week but even more life c**p has gotten in the way.
Moogsdad is recovering slowly. Getting a bit less confused and a bit less sore. We had a revolting week sorting through all the insurance and legal c**p last week. Here's some hard-won advice - don't ever get third party only insurance - it's just not worth the hassle.
Although the insurance companies involved have agreed the accident was definately not his fault, his insurers have left him to sort out all the crubbish with the recovery company, lawyers, police. It cost £300 to settle the recovery bill and, because he was third party, we've had to pay that up front and now need to claim it back. Pah!
On top of all this my lovely Dad is very very ill. As well as being terminally ill, very frail and almost immobile, with a brain tumour, he has now contracted a very severe case of Novovirus. It's not looking good. I'm heading up to see him tomorrow. We are hoping he'll be admitted to hospital today (bed spaces permitting) as he desperately needs round the clock nursing.
Life is like buses. You bimble along quite happily and then it all comes at once!
I'll be excusing myself from blogland for a bit longer.
Here are my latest, and rather gorgeous, socks to keep the craftiness going....