Back in Italy, we started sorting through all the home videos, searching for clips of my mum, to compile onto DVD for my Dad. At first I wasn't sure if I wanted to watch the films, but got sucked in seeing Skye as a six week old baby. In the end watching home videos of mum felt completely normal.
Then the phone rang. It was the hospital, summoning Carlo, as there was a free bed. He was told to go immediatly otherwise risk losing the bed and the chance to have the steel pins removed from his ankle. So he has gone, and will be away for a couple of days. I find myself alone for the first time in almost a month. I grab a couple of paintbrushes, move a mattress and some pillows, and set about painting Skyes bed the lilac and bubblegum pink that she has requested. When she falls asleep in Carlos side of the big bed tonight, I shall sit down with some wine and watch back to back episodes of Lost2.