The clock is ticking towards 1 am and I’m waiting for a painkiller to kick in as my back is killing me.
Hubby is still at the hospital and will be having surgery around ten o’clock this morning to have a blockage removed. My next door neighbour’s husband kindly drove me up to the hospital to collect the car as Hubby had called me because he’d been given some heavy duty painkillers and wouldn’t be able to drive.  I hung around for a few hours hoping he would be coming home, but after the results of the dye test, that wasn’t to be.
I followed the bus route home because I knew the road conditions would be better, and also the last twenty miles or so would be more familiar. It still took me an hour, but I got home safe and sound.

It’s strange being in bed and not…