A long day
Up at a wretched 5:30 to catch a very early train. The sun rising over the countryside in a beautiful purple sky. Up to Paddington Station where I met Lucy and Pat to travel to West Drayton, an unlovely area slightly to the northwest of London. Thence to a major pharmaceutical corporation by a bus containing a fantastically loud screaming child, to meet the French Bloke who had arrived by motorbike to present concepts in a slightly tiresome meeting for two and a half hours, but the client was 'in a happy place'. Then back into London, Pat pausing to buy a bag of chips and a nasty looking sausage from a chippy.
After the afternoon was done in the agency I went to the Royal Free where mum is now on a routine which Lorraine told me later is called in the trade drip and drain, a standard treatment for adhesions. Uncomfortably it involves having a tube inserted through your nose down the back of your throat, which Mum was finding very uncomfortable. Otherwise she was fairly philosophical, given the circumstances.
After a while chatting I pushed off back to Brighton arriving home at about 8:45. Lorraine came by later and cooked some supper for me, which was rather nice. Talked to Mase, who had spent a few hours with Mum earlier in the day, has a deal coming to a climax in the next few days, so Mum's illness is not well timed for him.
Zombied off to bed.
Up at a wretched 5:30 to catch a very early train. The sun rising over the countryside in a beautiful purple sky. Up to Paddington Station where I met Lucy and Pat to travel to West Drayton, an unlovely area slightly to the northwest of London. Thence to a major pharmaceutical corporation by a bus containing a fantastically loud screaming child, to meet the French Bloke who had arrived by motorbike to present concepts in a slightly tiresome meeting for two and a half hours, but the client was 'in a happy place'. Then back into London, Pat pausing to buy a bag of chips and a nasty looking sausage from a chippy.
After the afternoon was done in the agency I went to the Royal Free where mum is now on a routine which Lorraine told me later is called in the trade drip and drain, a standard treatment for adhesions. Uncomfortably it involves having a tube inserted through your nose down the back of your throat, which Mum was finding very uncomfortable. Otherwise she was fairly philosophical, given the circumstances.
After a while chatting I pushed off back to Brighton arriving home at about 8:45. Lorraine came by later and cooked some supper for me, which was rather nice. Talked to Mase, who had spent a few hours with Mum earlier in the day, has a deal coming to a climax in the next few days, so Mum's illness is not well timed for him.
Zombied off to bed.
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