Grateful

Someone told me lastnight that both their grandmothers died from a hip operation, so that rather haunted me all night. Then, this morning, when I got to the ward, my Mum had just been wheeled off to the operating theatre, so I'd missed saying good-bye to her. Felt rather upset, and decided to wander the cemetery next door to the hospital. Might seem a bit morbid, but was actually rather calming.

Glad to say, though, that she came back up to the ward this afternoon - extremely dopey after over 4 hours on the operating table - but still managed to crack a joke. So, you get a photo of the cemetery, but no gravestones.