A slip or two

Woken in the middle of the night by Maureen saying that Pat was on the floor. Outside, as we rushed off, we couldn't help but notice how bright the stars were. We were there in three minutes. Apprehensive when we were in the lift, but we found Pat had simply slipped out of bed. Maureen had wrapped him up warm. Lorraine and I got him up, no easy task, and tucked him back into bed. Back home again half an hour later, though it took both of us a while to get to sleep. The clocks fell back today, but our extra hour had been used up on alarms in the night.

Lorraine and I married 12 years ago today. We agreed on no presents, but Lorraine gave me a card and a little blue glass heart. I got her nothing and felt ashamed of my disorganisation. 

A cup of tea in bed for breakfast, and there was another call saying Pat had slipped out of bed again. So we zoomed around picked him up. He was stronger today and able to walk a bit. Lorraine and Maureen monitoring his blood pressure which is high. Later that day Lorraine got a paramedic to visit, and he was sorted out with antibiotics, as he clearly has an infection. 

In the afternoon I went for a walk along the shore. Home and Lorraine finally back. We had a peaceful evening, and ate fish pie. Spoke to the Tobster, who is going to move back home soon, to his old Junction stomping grounds. Chatted with Mum today too, just to confirm I'll be seeing her tomorrow.

In the evening we went back to the flat, to take sure all was well. Pat had colour in his cheeks. Lorraine muttered that he looked a bit flushed, then we noticed he'd enjoyed a bottle of beer this evening while watching darts. Home, and soon to bed.

Below the sea, at the Buckle early this afternoon.