A difficult 24 hours, Jay and I went to the hospital just before 2am with what turned out to be a gall bladder attack for Jay. The regular grimness of A And E in addition to middle of the night nutters was not the most fantastic time all round. The bit that made me really angry was the man who brought his 2 year old son in because "he's having difficulty walking". Obviously 2am is the best time to seek help for this, his boy had a whale of a time, his walking (and running and jumping) all seemed fine, he was going strong still hours later.

Anyway, Jay came home at 5 this afternoon, much recovered but needs to now sort out next steps. No fun, as I say.

And it's been bloody hot!! Tomorrow I am going to dedicate the majority of the day to doing exactly as I please :)