Breakfast for One

I visited dad in hospital yesterday evening, he was asleep and didn’t wake. I visited this morning, he was asleep. I decided to walk down to the Hight Street and Cinnibar for breakfast. A latte coffee and the full English - which I haven’t had in years. I returned to the hospital and dad was still asleep. A nurse managed to rouse him for a few seconds whilst she “did the obs”. He recognised me, then his eyes closed and he slept. It’s very sad, but I’m glad I’ve come here en route home.