A visit to Bournemouth hospital this afternoon to see my mother in law on her birthday. Four days after her operation, she has recovered mentally but has a long way to go physically. The surgeon will not allow her to go home until he feels she is fit and is aware that my father in law is her career. He is coping very well on his own. I had picked the first sweet peas from my garden and some other flowers and made a little bouquet which I gave her but I had forgotten that you are not allowed to have flowers in hospital now due to some silly rule. My blip is one of the tiled scenes that decorate the entrance to the ward.