Friday

Clive has gone to see his Dad who is a victim of the NHS crisis. He has 3 aneurysms in his brain. One is causing great pain and is putting pressure on his optic nerve. He's on powerful pain killers that upset his gut.

The results of the brain scans, he had some weeks ago in Coventry, will not be known until some time in November. We suspect nothing can done. F-in-L suspects the same and wants make sure Clive knows all his passwords etc for when the time comes.

So, I've had a day with Hetty, walking, cleaning and baking. 

Florence is coming home for a couple of nights. She's been up to her eyeballs recently and needs a quiet weekend.