Sophie is humming incessantly in her room and I dread going in there to get her up and changed and breakfasted and then onward to five hours of intravenous immunoglobulin infusions. Oliver is hacking in the living room and has just informed me that he's not going to lie down all day because he did yesterday and it made him dizzy. He told me this after insisting that I look down his throat and tell him why every time he swallows he feels something, there's something there and it's stuck there why? Henry, god bless him, is still sleeping and the sky is very blue today, the birds are actually singing and The Husband has already gone to The Mistress. I'm going to do what I have to do, skate along the edge, ready to fire and not jump in.