Blwyddyn Newydd Dda!

Well, I thought I should at least put the title in Welsh as an acknowledgement of the fact that I have, shamefully, not opened a Welsh-related book for the last three weeks. With Keith, myself and Dad all being ill, other things have taken precedence and still are and when I am worried about things, I find it really difficult to focus on other things.

However, the three Musketeers that are Jayne, Simon and myself are hoping to meet up for our usual hour at the local Ramada today, drinking coffee and working frantically and committedly at our Welsh putting the world to rights. Well, you never know, one of these days, we may be able to put the world to rights in fluent Welsh at a pace slightly faster than our current two words a minute. Here's hoping!

In the meantime, the Christmas decorations have been put away, the stash of presents and Christmas food and drink has almost disappeared from the smallest bedroom, which can now be redesignated once again as my study.

This means, I am now completely without excuses for procrastination ....

Blwyddyn Newydd Dda i bawb! (Happy New Year, everyone.)

Back again

And here we are again, back in hospital!

 Dad hadn't been well over Christmas, unable to come up to our house, and eating very little. In addition, his bowels were not working as they should, probably due to him now being on Zapain, so Out of Hours doctor was called and dispatched him to hospital for blood tests etc.

(Sod's Law dictates that, in our family, the vast majority of our need for health care seems to happen during evenings, week-ends or bank holidays.)

The following day saw him catheterised, having a blood transfusion and intravenous antibiotics but looking a better colour already.

"He may be able to go home tomorrow," they said yesterday.

Today they are saying that they are not sure about his ability to cope with his catheter if they do send him home and can I talk to 'Karen' when I go in to visit.

Watch this space ...