Funny things happen and the memory is a strange thing. Here is one incident I forgot to mention earlier in the blog.

The toilet seat incident. We were toilet training our daughter before all of this happened, the day after the brain drain the little madam wanted to go to the loo but REFUSED to do a poo in her nappy, frantic texts went out and who came to the rescue a banker.  A very kind friend of ours works in London and brought us a pretty pink toilet seat. Problem solved, he is my daughters hero (I would say he was very confident as well, I can just image people's faces on the tube, a tall very smartly dressed man carrying a plastic bag, lurking inside was a bright pink flowery toilet seat), she could and did go to the loo and do a poo, even though she was wired up and had a drain in the brain.