Sun, Aug 22nd

If we thought things couldn't get any worse this weekend, we were completely wrong.

This afternoon I got a call from Dad to say that he had blood in his catheter and had called for an ambulance. I once again jumped in the car and drove into London, rushed into the A&E and was directed to Dad who was in a cubicle no less than 20 feet from where I had seen George a little less than 48 hours earlier.