Thursday

My daughter is incredible!

In her pjs, and with a half shaven head full of staples, she walked, accompanied, from the 12th floor (via a lift) of the Royal London to Whitechapel tube station. There she was asked lots of questions about how you would travel from say, Kings Cross to Dulwich giving details of the route.

She was then taken to a cafe and asked how much change she would get from £10 if she bought a latte and chicken sandwich. 

She was also given a few memory tests. They need the beds at the hospital so the 30 staples have come out (excruciating) and she has been discharged into my care.

Becca came to the hospital to help get her home to Camberwell. We took an Uber that was driven by a man with bubbling road rage. We were yelled at and threatened by other drivers. He was dangerous IMO. Becca even let out an anxious scream at one point. We don't want to leave a review because he knows where we live.

Anyway, she's sleeping in her own bed as I type, and I'm waiting for Ruby and Katy, two of her cousins, to arrive. I'm going to have a good walk and leave them to it.