Tuesday 18th July

I had such a strange dream last night that I feel compelled to write about it this morning. In the dream I had a heart transplant from a horse (?) who in the event of his death was actually able to benefit 3 people because his heart was very big and it grew into three pieces. Very odd, but I think it came about because the girls start their riding lessons next week, and all last week they had a big campaign on the news about getting more people onto the organ doner register. I'd just like to say that if I should die suddenly, then I would like to benefit somebody in the event of my death (i.e. give bits of me away!) I don't know if they have such a thing as a doner register here, but this is what I would like to happen.
I watched a story about a little boy the Central News team followed last year who died at 22 months because he needed a new heart, and I think his poor mother summed it very clearly when she said that it would have been hypocritical of her to be willing to have received such a gift for her son, if they were not prepared to help somebody in the tragic outcome of his death, and it gave her some comfort knowing that the valves from his heart were helping two other children live more normal lives.
Anyway, changing subjects completely. I found out today that the pool cleaners had forgotten to replace the cover over the sucking vent thing in the pool (which they use to aqua vacuum the bottom) hence Cheyenne's catastrophe yesturday. Today her fingers still had a rather purple tinge, but no long lasting damage.
Lucy did a leap of faith into the big pool today (I was already in the water). A tad freaked by the apparent lack of bottom to the pool from which she found herself floating above, but was quite happy clinging onto mummy for dear life. When she is playing by the pool she looks all sunkissed and golden, and just so happy and content with her little yellow watering can. Only trouble is because she is tired when she comes in, she is very tired and grumpy at tea-time. Anything but happy and content, you might say!
Looked out for Mum on Central news as she gone protesting outside the Houses of Parliament against the closure of the Dilke and Lydney hospitals in the Forest of Dean. Lots of people making lots of noise, and a fibreglass camel, which wasn't. I think if my local hospital was closing and I'd have to travel 20 odd miles to get to the nearest one, I think that that I would have the hump too. Lets hope that they managed to wake somebody up to the sheer stupidity of this idea, particularly as there has recently been a small fortune spent on Lydney Hospital. It's crazy talk to close it.