Had a message on the answer phone last night when I got in to say that my Nana, who is nearly 94, is ill. She’d apparently been out on Wednesday and yesterday was very tired and listless. I haven’t had much news this morning, my Dad is visiting her at lunchtime.
All my instincts told me to jump on a train this morning and go down there, but there is work to think of. If she’s no better this afternoon, I expect I’ll go down after work. I just wish they were nearer in situations like this.