Not Good

Had a phone call from my mum to say that my Paternal Grandmother was in hospital. She has been living in a nursing home. She had fallen and was found in a very poorly condition.

A few moments to think about what to do and a bag was packed and I was off to London. A drive to Whipps Cross Hospital, which was amazingly serene considering it was a Saturday Night in London. Resuscitation rooms, tubes, charts and no end of machines making noise.