My real house... apparently

...well, where is it... this just looks like a pile of old rubble to me! I'm worried... where will my teddies go?

Work started on the 'family home' that Mummy and Daddy are doing. Well, Daddy would argue that it's him really as Mummy's looking after me and might make even more of a mess of our other house if she got involved... nice Daddy, eh! Daddy has worked hard today digging up the floor in the house. They're going to have this stuff called underfloor heating, this is so our toes stay nice and warm and if I sit on the floor then my bum will too - nifty!

Mummy's and Grandma Pat have been looking after me, I was breathing air again by late afternoon, it's good stuff you know. Hopefully I'll kick the O2 soon, but don't push me though because I might notice when they turn it down! If I can be off of O2 for about 3 or 4 days in a row then it will be amazing and I'll come home with no tubes up my nose. They're going to evaluate me after my eye test on Monday to see how I've been getting on. They'll have a better idea of whether I'll need O2 support when I'm at home. Mummy says 'not on my nelly'... what's my nelly?

I've been a bit bunged up for a couple of days. The lovely nurse Jo gave me a tummy massage and about half an our later I erupted - phew, that certainly woke me up and even after wolfing 87mls of milk I stayed awake for ages, I even held my own bottle (...camera trickery) - the snoozes did get the better of me though...