A good day... at last!

Sophie didn't go to the gym this morning, and we sat and watched Celebrity Race Across The World. I had had a much better night's sleep and felt far more perky and optimistic.

My work shift passed very pleasantly, and I managed to get a lot done: I input two weeks' worth of films, which would take us up to 2026, I answered all the emails and managed to write instructions for the other staff to book children onto the playscheme. Kathy and I were annoyed with Sharon, though, who was on one call for thirty-five minutes, half of which was a chat about cars! Because of this, the calls ramped up, and I had to jump on to help Kathy. When she finished the call, I said that we should never be on the phone that long, even if the customer seemed inclined to chat. I have had regular customers in the past who I chat with for a couple of minutes, but never as long as that! I just wish our MD had been in to listen, but of course, he was at a different centre!

Unbelievably, he did walk in an hour before we were due to leave! He kindly asked how my Dad was, and I told him about my annoyance with the hospital staff who seemed to be doing very little in terms of care. I know for a fact we'd never get away with working like that!

Keith collected me from work, and we went home, where I called the hospital. I was overjoyed to be told that Dad was eating and drinking normally and could go home tomorrow! What great news! I had called our family on Wednesday night to let them know what had happened, so I'll have to contact them again and let them know he'd made a brilliant recovery!

Sophie and I cracked open a lovely bottle of red tonight as I'd been reading my wine book and the chapter on red Burgundies. Our bottle wasn't a Burgundy, but it was delicious and slipped down very easily! We watched The Witches of Eastwick, a comedy-horror that made us both laugh! Jack Nicholson was perfect in it!