Hospital and the smell of the Heath

Up early for muesli and coffee with Mas. Then Mas did a little gardening, and I caught up with a bit of correspondence. Got a nice email from Trace, who I'd not heard from for some time. Then we drove off to the hospital, our route took us by the Heath, which was looking green and lush and is full of good memories, not least going there as a nipper with Mum and Toby. As we left the car the grounds of the hospital smelled like flowers and late spring.

Mum a little better today, and we all were able to have a bit of a laugh and a chat. The anaesthetic is still confusing her though. I took her in a couple of postcards of Guernsey which she looked at quite a bit, despite not being able to focus too well. She is also in a different ward now, and the chained lady has gone. Mum said that she was a convicted child murderer, which is quite Gothic and colourful for a blogging purposes, but not necessarily your first choice of who you'd want your mother lying next to in hospital. After a couple of hours, Mas left, and I hung about with Mum for a bit longer before setting off for Brighton. I feel horrid leaving her behind in the hospital, but she is being well taken care of.

Then a half an hour wait for a train at St Pancras, and then boarded the world's slowest Brighton train. Felt pretty fed up by the time I'd snailed home. However, tomorrow being a Bank Holiday here, I went out for a cheeky beer with Lorraine in a pub called the Chimney House, and she cheered me up quite a bit. Then we went back to her place and ate noodles and hung out pleasantly with her family watching television.