Today's shift passed pleasantly, and I managed to get a lot of work done. The school holidays are certainly whizzing past!
Keith picked me up at 2pm, and I listened to a voicemail from the care home which said my Dad had choked earlier on a piece of pork. He was OK, but a little shaken, and I'm sure the staff were, too. They'd had to slap him on the back quite a few times to clear it. I called and said I was coming over anyway, but Mum didn't want to go out and leave him.
I dropped Keith off at home and drove to Kettering where I sat and chatted with my parents. Dad seemed fine but it was worrying what could happen in the blink of an eye.
Back home I did some housework and then relaxed. I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday!
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