Wise Words

In Brighton today, scouting out the hospital so that I can get dad in there on Monday. Parking is non existent but I found out that I can drop him at the entrance and reception will get someone to take him by wheelchair to the Audiology Department while I scour the neighbourhood for a parking spot.
The following day, I take him to the surgery for his diabetes test.
In the meantime, I'm heading home, listening to the Radio 2 Folk Awards en route. Dad is in Peel Me A Grape mode and I need a breather.

I'm starting to understand what being a mum must be like.