Waiting

Just the morning in Luton before I headed back up the A1. It’s been a productive trip and time to reflect. My journey was straightforward but I got home to find that Dad was up at Lincoln A&E having fallen. Kindness of a (Royal Mail) stranger was timely but a dislocated finger and broken bone in his hand has complicated the plans. A few more days and some calls and answers will hopefully set things straight.

And Bailey had a trip to the vets, a blood test and potential dose increase meant that his news wasn’t the best either. But he was pleased to see me when I got home.