A hot, sunny day started with swifts whirling round the front garden.
I got the train into Manchester and bought my tickets to Southport, the idea being that now I know my dad's ready for coming home from hospital in a day or two I could try and beat the heat with a day at the seaside, have a look round Marshside to see what's about and generally decompress after a pretty intense couple of weeks.
So I got the 'phone call telling me that he was coming out today just as I was stepping into the train. I'm glad he's well and able to come home but it would have been nice to have had a day out. The next few days will be largely focused on making sure he doesn't try to rush back into business as usual. I have no need to wonder where my impatience comes from.
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