Frogga, i would LOVE to come to England to meet you in person. Honestly I would. Just get the NHS to cover my plane ticket and I am there!
However, I am a bad cook - used to be a good one, but all my drugs killed my appetite so now I cook only a few dishes like ... Hm. well, virtually nothing. My friend Serena feeds me. And occasionally my parents throw biscuits at me. What's new with the carers and strange bits of equipment? Hoists and whatnots? have they helped? S told me a ghastly tale of determined maternal ballet lessons?! Egad woman, say it isn't so.
My bad bichon frise had to be rescued yesterday from plunging down a woodchuck hole after a King Kong sized Chuck. How does your doggie fare?