Liz has a chest infection. It's not serious and the Nursing Home are doing a fantastic job at dealing with it.
I dragged myself into the home today expecting the usual mild hostility from my lovely.
I was greeted with a smile and a hug.
I got her to drink a 1/2 litre of juice from the blackberries I froze last autumn, laced with live yoghurt.
And then put her on her bed, she's very tired. Then I read her favourite poetry book to her. She curled up happy and quite content.
I am home and not bothering about the ridiculous unpredictability of this illness. For an hour or so I had her back.
I am happy tonight.