I drove myself to work this morning and told Sara what had happened, saying I was planning to visit this evening. When I called the ward at lunchtime, I was told my Mum was due to have surgery this evening, and it wouldn't be worth visiting as they couldn't give me a time.
Today hasn't been the best of days; it's been noisy and busy in the office, and after a quiet start, the calls were relentless. I had to help out several times, and I could hardly hear the callers over the noise. Sara realises now how busy it is, as we lost many calls again today.
At 4pm, I sped home under cloudy, sultry skies and mooched about, feeling miserable. Sophie arrived home, went upstairs and found Gomez on her bed. One of his eyes looked red and swollen, so that's another worry. When are things going to get better?
We have put off watching the Tour de France today and will hopefully see it tomorrow. After a repeat dinner of last night (we had so much left over), we all watched a new series of Fake or Fortune. A man had bought a painting at an antique fair that he believed was by Winston Churchill. Was it a fake, or worth a fortune?!
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