On Tuesday I got a call at work to say that my Dad had been admitted to hospital with stomach pains and would likely need an operation. So packed up and rushed back to Stevenage in a panic. Stress levels were high thinking what would happen, what was wrong with him? What about the family holiday we are all going on at the start of September? What about packing up Dad's house ready for the sale completion on 30th August?
After plenty of poking, proding, and tests Dad was eventually sent home with a bunch of pain killers and no clue as to what had been wrong. Thankfully he didn't have to have an operation but he was advised to take it easy so I spent the best part of the week there helping him pack and getting rid of a load of junk ready for his move.