Curve ball...

Just when you think things are ticking along.  You're minding your own business, keeping out of trouble... A curve ball comes along and tilts everything in its path.

My curve ball came in the form of a frantic phone call last Friday from my Mum, saying she'd called an ambulance for my Dad.  I ran.  I drove.  I watched my Dad have a heart attack and was blue-lighted into hospital with him.  He has been waiting for bypass surgery for the last 5 months and it seemed just for a minute that it was too late.  He is still waiting (not very patiently, either, I might add) and after being transferred to another hospital, the last week has been frustratingly slow.  Because of the drugs he was given in the acute stages, it has been too risky to perform the surgery.  Fingers crossed, it will be early next week.

The hospital is in Bethnal Green over in East London and after getting to grips with how to actually get there, my days have been spent either keeping my Mum company or sitting by the phone waiting to hear any news.  Frustrating, to say the least.

On a lighter note, every time I step outside my back door, I get the most amazing scent of these old-fashioned pinks.  I wish you could poke your nose in to the photos and get a whiff!  They remind me of my great-Nan, she had loads in her back garden.  It's funny how smells are so evocative...