Not a fun evening

This little Christmas Tree sits at the entrance to the A&E at Saintes hospital, where I spent six hours this evening (no idea who the random bystander is) Dad had taken a tumble at lunchtime and not told us until the pain became too much to bear, and as expected a broken rib was diagnosed.
Eventually we got home at midnight, and are due up again in a few hours to wave goodbye to my son and daughter-in-law, who are flying to her parents for Christmas. Hopefully dad will get some sleep before the painkillers wear off again.