Maureen improving

A proper January day, grey and raining and despite the unseasonal warmth, it felt cold too. Woke up just before seven and realised I was alone. Calliope having melted away in the night, having reasserted her rightful place when I fell asleep.

Spoke to Lorraine through the day. Maureen has a takotsubo heart condition, and the crisis was brought about by stress, not blockages. However the event has reduced her heart function and she has been told she will need lots of rest. She is in fairly good spirits however, and is pleased with the care she is getting. Lorraine also said the ward sister was excellent. Obviously this will mean changes in future, but she seems not to be in danger. Lorraine will continue to stay with Pat and take him into the hospital -- and is now the centre of a family WhatsApp group.  

As for me, a low excitement day. I did some podcast editing, housework, and in the afternoon I made off to the gym, and picked up my prescription. Also spoke to Mum who had talked to Maureen over the weekend, and to Anton embarking on one of his no food diets. Emailed Robin, and messaged Keith. Also popped into the pharmacy just around the corner from the station. Cooked early, watched a bit of TV, talked to the cats and read the first chapter of Don Quixote. 

Near the pharmacy, and opposite Morrisons, is a house (grandly named Enborne House) where Thomas Monnington, 1902-1976 lived: a Royal Academy president, painter and War Artist I have never heard of. But the Tate have three of his in their collection including the one below.  Trees (1938) by Thomas Monnington, with muddy English colours. And Enborne House, Seaford I snapped on Monday while walking past.