Ysbyty butts

it was Mum and Dads 40-oddth wedding anniversary today so we celebrated in style by taking Dad to Ysbyty Maelor for round two of his second cycle of chemotherapy and was greeted outside near the main entrance's massive no-smoking sign by this festering display of fagends on top of a neighbouring bin. Those dirty evil little shits are the number one cause of bladder cancer, so the fact my Dad has smoked at least half a million of them during his lifetime is no real shocker. He's almost given up now, just those last couple-a-day for nervesandaddictions sake to hurdle over then he's done.

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Ended up having to take Dad to hospital tonight. He's got a high temp and turns out he has an infection of some kind. We'll know more tomorrow so I'm off to bed now to worry myself to sleep.