Work has been a blur the last two days. I have told no one there about losing George or about Dad in hospital. My boss allowed me to leave early yesterday and today. Working in Enfield means that it's only a 30-40minute drive to the Whittington to see Dad. He is grieving a lot over George. I've already told him to leave everything up to me to sort. This is the last thing he needs to worry about.
I also popped into the flat to start clearing up alot of the mess in George's bedroom. You couldn't swing a cat the way he'd left it and I didn't want Dad to have to deal with it.
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