Captain Butterfly is back, with rather damaged wings, but back home. He now has his convalescence ahead of him. He can't eat anything at the moment, but Mark, who very kindly drove him back, had a soup lunch and some fruit cake afterwards. It is an anxious time.
I saw Maggie yesterday morning, and took her over the smaller plastic drink container she wanted. She seems a bit more settled now, thank goodness. It is a nice place, and her room has a lovely view of the garden. But it isn't home. And the older we get, the more we want our home.
The Captain is so pleased to be back.