Down In The Dirt....

....which is where I found these toadstools growing in the drive today, and it's also where I find myself today...

Was embroidering my Uncle's name into his pyjamas this morning, ready for his transfer to the nursing home today, when the hospital phoned to say that he had deteriorated overnight and was too poorly to be moved.

I was unable to visit him this afternoon as I had a tutoring session booked, so my father went to the hospital on his own. After preparing my lesson, I started ploughing through the mountain of paperwork I'd brought back from Uncle Ivor's flat, and made a few phone calls regarding the settlement of his bills etc.

An hour before the lesson, my student's Mother cancelled the session. I was so angry, yet again she'd wasted my time (this has been an ongoing problem for months). If I'd known she didn't want a lesson I could have gone to visit my Uncle. The most upsetting part of this whole story is that at the hospital this afternoon, the doctor told my Father that Uncle Ivor was extremely unwell and could pass away any time in the next week, it might even be in the next 24hours. If he should pass away overnight, I shall never forgive myself for not going to see him this afternoon. I dread the phone ringing...


(Sorry once again for unloading, I know this isn't what Blip is meant for, and I'm sorry for the lack of comments and replies at the moment, I'm just totally frazzled.)