Much better today and well enough to go round to my inlaws for Easter lunch in the garden. Wolfie has been staying there for the last month and a bit and I haven't seen her in all that time. She went crazy when she saw us and howled with pain when we left. Whatever else happens in my life I know there was one creature on this planet that truly and unconditionally loved me. It was pretty hard to drive away. Hopefully she'll be home again in a week.
Otherwise it felt good to be back to doing something normal. My daughter was trying to ride her bike (she'd more or less got it before lockdown, but hadn't been out for ages, but she's brave and determined and she was soon zooming down the hill), my son was finding worms (he has gone through a phase of keeping them in his coat pocket, only to be discovered a couple of days later, but I persuaded him to put them all back), the pair of them bounced on the trampoline. I'm pretty much healed up from the operation now and was able to get involved in stuff a little bit. Having had the prospect of all this being taken away from me (even if in reality that was always unlikely) I hugely appreciate how amazing all this stuff is. Nearly everything that has happened to me this year has been more positive than negative. It's not like I didn't love this stuff before, but the prospect of losing it and even five weeks where I haven't really been able to participate, really helps clarify which things really matter. Alternatively watch any comedy film about someone who puts their work ahead of their family before realising their family is more important. That's the choice - part of your genitals removed or watch Liar Liar. It's not as easy a choice as it might appear.
Tonight we watched Vacation (the 2015 version of the National Lampoon classic). Early on my wife remembered that we'd seen it already, but I had no memory of it whatsoever. Before it started, at the back of my mind I'd had a feeling that I might have idly watched it at some point, but once it got going there was nothing that rang a bell at all. Catie thinks we saw it at the cinema at the Westfield, but if so it would have had a tiny baby at home, so maybe I slept through it or just got super drunk. The only bit in the whole movie that seemed familiar was the family bathing in the "hot spring". It's sort of terrifying how I can now rewatch films and TV shows that I've already seen and enjoy them as if it's the first time (though this is the most extreme example of me forgetting a thing entirely - there's usually some memory in there). Oh the delicious irony of my body surviving, only for my brain to go kaput. It's an enjoyable film, though I clearly can't call it memorable and Christina Applegate in particular is brilliant in it.
And watching it I realised that family is the most important thing. If only I'd paid attention the first time I might not have had to lose a bollock.