Slow going

Saturday's at home involve going out to the holiday cottage and doing the cleaning. As I cleaned the Barbecue toolbox I found this little guy crawling about. Just in case I couldn't find yet another hospital blip, I fired off some shots. With three of us working, we got it done in no time so went home to kill some time before making the trip up to Carlisle to visit Grannie.

We arrived at the ward and that's where things stopped going so smoothly. I was about to go and get us some seats, so we didn't have to perch on the edge of the bed, when Grannie announced there was no point as she was coming home. She'd been ready to leave since about 8:30am and no-one from the ward had bothered to tell us. Needless to say we were enraged! We hadn't brought the wheelchair, her jacket, her case, any of the things we would have brought to ease her discharge had we known. She'd been sat for over 6 hours when we could have had her back in her own house beginning to recuperate! She'd also after three days with long periods of nil by mouth, not wanted to eat the hospital lunch either! The stay in hospital has left her feeling weaker and in a worse state than when she went in. Hopefully a few days back at home will get her feeling better again.

By the end of a long, draining day I was very thankful for that snail shot!