Home!

That’s dad, not me. Although you could say I’m ‘home’ for the weekend, for don’t we all say we’re going home, when referring to our parents home, where we grew up? I do, anyway. I’m sure it is different if your parents have moved out of your childhood home, like Jon’s parents have, but mine are still in the same house they moved to 50 years ago. I knew no other as a child, moving here aged 4. Dad is happy to be home... so much so, that here you can see him ‘laughing his head off’. (His quote today not mine)! I laughed.

I worked until 2, then jumped in my car and was in Hoddesdon by 4.40. Not bad going, and nice to do the whole drive in the daylight.

When I arrived, Manda and Mum were with dad at the hospital waiting for dad to be formally discharged. That was a surprise, as at 12 midday they said he wasn’t coming home today.

They eventually got back at 5.30, then Manda and mum passed the baton to me, to play nurse, while they went out for the evening to a pre arranged event. I went up the town to buy fish and chips for me and dad. Hoddesdon changes more each time I visit. Especially the roads. In some areas, I can’t even remember what used to be where new shops and car parks are now. The town doesn’t feel like home. I guess it’s true, home is where your heart is. Mine is now in North Norfolk.

I’ve done a bit of cleaning, washed up and made us a cup of tea, so now I’m going to read my book.