Friday

I woke with the phone this morning; the hospital arranging time on Sunday to come. I am glad after yesterday they are still willing to support me but I have a feeling there will be more discussion about it. 

I forced myself to go into town; I made myself to go into two shops and even that was really hard. I just wanted to sit down and cry. One was the bookshop for a book for Harris. It got to me even more that I couldn't  browse the books for myself and get one. How times have changed and I hate that.