Door

The builders came and took down the wall. They have left us with this door to the outside. It's very strange. 

A quiet morning back in the clinic. Then Dad rang in a bit of a state. I think the relief of the operation being over had passed and left him exhausted. 
Left work early and spent the afternoon at his working and just being around. 
Before I left I had the slightly surreal experience of cleaning the wounds and changing the dressings on his tummy. Doing it I understood why people take photos of their elderly parents. There was something so vulnerable about him that I had never seen before. 

Then this evening a swim with Fiona and Francis, a quick half in the pub on the way home (accompanied some very uncommitted live music) and take away with Bryn. Looking forward to bed tonight and the May Ball tomorrow.