Today was to have been dad’s 90th birthday party. Things could not have turned out more differently to how we imagined.
Just back from the hospital and mum has taken a turn for the worst. She has a cough and temperature. As I left they were taking her away for an X-ray and coronavirus swab.
Actually this wouldn’t have happened at all if I hadn’t insisted that she had a new cough and asked them to take her temperature. Talk about lack of joined up thinking…
Such a shame considering her improvement yesterday. Hopefully it will *just* be a chest infection and antibiotics will help.
Now back with dad having dinner. Contact with him is unavoidable at the moment but am washing my hands and keeping well away.
In other news, Leon and Lily have taken up residence in my house in Cardiff. Leon’s taken over my desk too!
They say it seems much more relaxed than London. People are actually wandering around and smiling whereas in London there are lots of grim faces and masks. Think they’re enjoying my back garden too…
And it seems Pipes is still serving beer even though the tables and chairs have disappeared. What I’d give to be having a carefree pint there now instead of waiting to hear back from the hospital!
2022 and all that 