Still standing...

Rather than taking down the decorations on the 6th as usual, planned for them to stay up for an extra day for a very belated/postponed Christmas meal with our neighbour. But what with all of yesterday's dramas, and the fact that I didn't get to sleep until 2am, the tree is still up, along with the rest of the lounge decorations. I did manage to defrock the rest of the house though, and clear up the carnage left behind by yesterday's meal, and that left by the paramedics, caused by them having to squeeze a stretcher into the house. As you can see, we didn't get round to exchanging presents, they will have to wait until another day. And as you can also see, despite a rocky start, Trevor still has his needles, though I don't dare breathe on him! 

Thank you for all your kind and supportive words yesterday. In short, Dad had an "episode", blue lights ambulance, his heart rate and pulse so low that the paramedics were worried he was about to have a cardiac arrest. By the time we got to hospital he had stabilised and all his test results were clear, but they can't be certain what caused the event. I left him at midnight and he was brought home at 4pm today, happy as Larry and oblivious to everything that had happened (unlike me, on both counts). He's now merrily tucking into a bowl of Twiglets!