Reunited

Not the most glamourous photograph of the two of us but it was a moment that needs capturing in its rawness.
After a pretty tough and worrying four nights apart, The Other-Half and I were finally reunited. The mother kindly took me to QMC via Louth (to collect a much needed fan!) to go collect him. It was a tough journey and walk to the ward but I was determined to do it. He was happy to see us and I was relieved to finally see him looking well again and sitting in a chair. The journey home was a relaxed affair for all of us after The Mother made sure we were comfortable and protected. I felt in a little less pain too.
We made it home by ten to our nurses for a cuppa and then bed.