Dear little Keira, I'm glad she sticks close to you, she clearly needs the constant reassurance of a loving companion.
Doodle Step into a duvet cover and ask DH to pull it up and tie it at your neck. That's all the dressing up you need until you can use your arm 
'Iron robin' ???
Your dresser was a bargain Grammaretto at least by NZ standards. Make sure you treat it for woodworm. 
Although it's no part of Waipareira's remit to collect groceries, they kindly did so for me the following day.
Not only was this a huge and worrisome load off my mind but it saved me a £16.50 cancellation fine as well.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, the home support agency also found a replacement for Karen, very late in the day. A young man who stood on my doorstep bent almost double and holding his stomach.
As he hobbled past me, moaning pitifully with every step, he gasped, 'I'm sorry I’m late but I’m bleeding from the bowel.'
I had visions of his innards spilling onto my carpet as if he was midway through being hanged, drawn and quartered.
In fact (he said) it was a substandard suture which had burst. Last week he had an op for an obstruction and on Friday another for haemorrhoids. So collecting my groceries was out of the question; he couldn’t possibly drive such a distance (8km)– too painful. And who am I to argue?
Nevertheless, with many groans and gasps he managed to stay upright whilst preparing potato, onion, courgette, cauliflower and 2 pears.
I asked why he was working when so ill, he said if he didn’t he had no money so couldn’t eat. I refrained from explaining the Welfare State system.
He did manage to take me just up the road to deliver shortbread to an old friend newly out of hospital.
En route he remembered he hadn’t taken his medication so began driving with his wrists (in heavy traffic) whilst trying to shake pills into the opposite hand which held a bottle of water.
By now I had accepted that he Universe had it in for me (and him apparently).
He was supposed to do 3 hours but managed only one, asked God to bless me and went off to see his GP.
When I returned to the kitchen I saw he had mixed up all the vegetables and fruit in one pot.
I spent quite a while trying to sort by feel, the onion from pear and tiny cauli florets from slices of courgette.
I felt like Cinderella sorting the peas from ash – only there was no handsome Prince waiting for me when I'd finished.
[grin[
Reviews coming in for Trevor are all very good which is heartening.