Thunder and lightning - ideal for a stroll

Didn't sleep a wink last night, planning the new house. Again. *sigh* But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. The slight problem of selling ours first...

Another lazy morning, wet outside - ideal for slummocking inside. Then I went to visit Uncle A this afternoon. I had a jumper and jacket on, and walked to the bus in thunder and lightning. Of course, by the time I got there it was steaming hot again and I was divesting myself of clothes on the bus. Not an easy manoeuver.

When I arrived at Uncle A's ward and was about to waltz in, I realised that it was full of old ladies! I turned around, checked the room number, and went in again, in case my eyes were playing tricks. I also looked around for any candid cameras and people giggling.

No. Definitely four old ladies.

I went to the desk to ask where my Uncle A was. Though of course, I did use his name, which does have a female near equivalent, which the nurse insisted on using. 'No. He's my Uncle! He was here yesterday!' She said was surprising how quickly a ward can change to all female from all male.

Anyway, it transpires that I was in the wrong ward. I should have gone up another floor. I usually press the right button on the lift and get off when it stops. Today I joined other folk in the lift, and when it stopped, I got off. Wrong.

Uncle A has almost got all the tubes removed. Certainly the drips and the oxygen, which he hadn't noticed wasn't there any more. They have removed the bandage, in the traditional way - ie take you by surprise while talking about the weather and yank it off in a oner! Quick and very painful, as opposed to slow and even more painful.

Took this photo on the way home. No idea what it is.