I have fifteen-year-old GrandDaughter1 staying with me this week so we're having fun.
Yesterday we took Louie for a lovely walk then watched Sex and the City. Most of it anyway. We had our hands over our eyes for several big chunks. Then we ordered Domino's for dinner. It's just like being on holiday.
Meanwhile Husband's op, which was pencilled in for tomorrow, has been postponed until Friday. The ward is still in lockdown and I'm unable to visit but I'm just thinking I may take up some clean socks as well as another book and a new puzzle book as he's just about finished everything. I assume I will be able to send things in to him even if I can't go in.
Later
I went. Husband came to the ward door but I had to leave a big space between us, and couldn't give him a kiss or hug but, at least, I saw him. He's okay. His swollen face isn't so and it's turned a nice yellow shade now.
I had walked almost all the way back to the hospital entrance when I stopped to take a photo of a misplaced apostrophe. That was when I realised I'd left my phone in the bag I'd given Husband, so it was all the way back to his ward to get it.
It's not often I'll be grateful for a misplaced apostrophe - or four as each sign was the same - but if I'd gone home without my phone it would have been a bother.