And to prove my point

Husband's ward is now on lockdown as there's been a case of norovirus, an air-borne, very infectious, vomiting and diarrhoea bug. The superbug, MRSA, is also on the ward but apparently that's not so bad.

Sometimes I think, "Seriously? What next?"

Visitors enter at their own risk and preferably not. I think new visitors will have to wear gloves and protective clothing. The man who has it was in the bed next to Husband. He was discharged this morning and then found out he has norovirus. How they didn't work it out before I don't know; I think they thought it was his gluten allergy.

If we make it through 72 hours unscathed we're okay. That takes us to Saturday lunchtime. And I've just had a message from a young friend saying she's in Swansea - but only until Saturday. Phooey.

Last autumn half-term Daughter had booked to to take her family to EuroDisney. When it looked as though Husband would be in hospital she postponed it until spring half-term - which is next week. I've told her there's no question of her postponing again - even though she says she won't be able to enjoy it anyway. GrandDaughter1 is coming to stay with me while they're away as she has lots of revising to do, so that'll be fun. We'll watch girly films and eat yummy food.

And I must remember to do something about those theatre tickets I booked for November and then rebooked for early March. I don't have the enthusiasm to rearrange again.

Which all sounds quite gloomy but I'm not, even though I've had to postpone tomorrow's brunch with Daughter and Daughter-in-law.  

Time for bed now. Night night.