Coming home

I arrived at my parents' place just after noon on Friday, finding them both there, albeit they had only gotten home from the hospital about a quarter of an hour earlier. In other words, my Mum was home. As I said the operation had gone a lot better than expected, although it had been a bigger operation. There are still some issues that need to resolve themselves naturally, but she was home and that was the biggest thing. Much better to recuperate at home in your own environment than on a ward with men and women and beeps and bleeps and alarms at all hours of the day and night. 

On Saturday my sister (who had arrived late Friday) and I did some errands for my Mum before heading to a friend of ours who took us to see an uncle of hers who had recently lost his wife. A nice man, although religion was a subject better avoided he said. I suggested politics and was met with a fairly stony glare. We settled on dogs (he used to show border collies with his wife and there were still four running about the place) and his old job. Lovely afternoon. 

On Sunday we took it easy, a bit of late grocery shopping for me, a bit of reading, a bit of television and a bit more reading. My Mum took regular bed breaks, because even though the operation went fine, she still tires very easily. Even when my sister and I were NOT there!

This morning I was dropped by my Dad at the train station, before heading back home to Norway. Train, plane and plane. Some grocery shopping and back to Miss Oswin. Who was so glad to see me, she was out the door before I had the chance to say hello! Ah well, the weather is good, so it's fine. 

Tomorrow it's back to work again. The next time I will see my parents will be when I drive (yes, with my little car) home in August for a week's holiday.