Poorly

A telephone call to ask if I would pick my grandson up from school as he’s unwell. I was also picking up the youngest grandson from school later so we killed a bit of time in the library. Meanwhile my daughter in London was taken to urgent care in so much pain. Long story but she eventually got home at 10pm. It’s been a worrying time and I did think at one point I would have to travel down to London. She’s going to take it easy tomorrow and wait for a referral to see a consultant for a further procedure.