Still marooned

Here is the little man sporting stripes on a visit to his auntie’s house earlier this week.

We’re still stuck on the Isle of Wight and my husband had a big operation today. They finally diagnosed what’s wrong with him which is a start to his eventual recovery and us going home. It is strange being away from home. We were only meant to be away for a short break and instead I can’t imagine going back to London. I have canceled appointments and a friend has taken the poor neglected cats to the cattery for an indefinite stay. I am sick of wearing the few clothes I brought and even sicker of not seeing my husband. Our poor little man has barely seen his daddy in nearly 2 weeks. I know it could all be a lot worse but the last few weeks have been a massive shock, on top of having  a brand new baby.