Heavens, Viv. You don't do things by halves, do you? I'm sorry you've been going through such a tough and painful time but it's good that your local NHS now seems to have all its ducks in a row. The physio may well feel like the cure being worse than the disease at times but do persevere; physios generally know what they're about. Dear little Trixie - she obviously has the true cat knack of knowing when her presence is required. Bless her.
Marianne, I'm so pleased you have Tony back at last and glad you managed to get the care systems all slotted into place - even if you do have to get up early. (Keep your PJs on and go back to bed for an hour or two when Tony's gone off for the day).
We finally got the insurance company cheque today in settlement of our claim re the old house. I'll go and pay it in tomorrow and start chivvying OH to contact estate agents about the best way to proceed from here. No good me doing it because everyone knows that everything I do is bound to be wrong! Once that's sorted then, like Penny, we'll be laying out piles of cash to get this place fixed up. New windows and doors; external and internal repainting; new blinds and curtains; get the drive and paving repaired or replaced; etc, etc.
Maggieh, I hope your walking aid helps you as you get about. I think when people see you using something like that, they tend to be much more considerate than they are if you're simply moving slowly or stopping to rest. It's like a flag, indicating that a little patience or even assistance may be in order. As for Mr Short-of-the-bus-fare, that seems to be con of the month. I've been met with that request several times in the past three months and they've been all genders and ages. My usual response is along the lines of, "What a pity. You'll have to walk, then".
LK still making progress but refused the cat treat today until I mushed it up in a smidgen of her anti hairball malt paste. Hope that isn't going to become a daily game!