Fri, Thur 2nd

The good news is that I finally made it through the night and found myself asleep next to Dawn in the morning when the alarm clock went off, instead of on the couch like the last four nights.

As for the rest of the day, it was a little tense to say the least. I spent all morning glued to the telephone waiting to see whether I had been offered a job. As it turned out, when I left at lunch time to go and collect my brother George so we could visit Dad, I received a call from someone completely different asking whether I was available for an interview next Thursday. This was the local council, and the position was Information Analyst.

Well, I collected George at Dad's flat and took him up the Whittington. He then went for an ultrasound and blood test while I spent an hour and a half with Dad. He was cheerful considering. His stomach was feeling better, his pulse rate was still down, and he had been taken off the oxygen for the last 24 hours. Unfortunately his INR is still up and down, so he was going to be there all weekend.

I did get a phone call while I was with Dad. However, it was to tell me that I wouldn't be a Financial Controller next time. So I decided to call the other company back and was given the good news that I was being offered the job. However, I would have to wait until I received the letter from them to know the details of the offer.