It never rains ...

... but it pours.

As if the credit card fiasco wasn't enough hassle for the day yesterday, things got worse.  Colin started to feel more and more unwell and we phoned the hospital who said it was urgent that he came straight back in to the hospital.  So off we went.

We arrived at about 7 pm, but it seemed they hadn't got the right equipment so he was then referred to St James hospital.  8 pm found us in the A&E department at Jimmys.  By midnight he was all tucked up in a ward and feeling much more comfortable.  12.30 am found me back home, and of course too hyped up to think of sleep, so I had a slice of cheesecake, which may have been last night's tea or this morning's breakfast, I'm not sure which.  

Because we'd left home in a rush, neither of us had taken any money, but that didn't matter cos we knew we'd be able to park at the Nuffield in one of their 4 (I'm not kidding) parking spaces, and they were free.  Unfortunately, Jimmy's car park isn't.  I had to ring Mr & Mrs Nomad and ask them to come down with some money.  Then Mr Nomad suggested he took my car home, and he'd come back and pick me up when I rang.  It's as well we did that, cos it turned out that the car park closes at either 10 pm or midnight, depending on which sign you read!  So we got the car, paid the fee, drove to the exit, put the ticket in the machine, only to be told "sorry, ticket can't be read".  Whaaat?  Well Mr Nomad leapt out, harangued an attendant and got them to lift the barrier so we could get out. It's just as well they did take the car as when I eventually got picked up bu Mr Nomad to go home, it was after midnight, so if I'd kept the car there, I'd have been stuck till the car park opened at 6 am!  

Mr Fixit is now home again, with an appointment to see his consultant tomorrow morning.  So what with a disastrous Christmas and a not brilliant birthday, we're thinking of not doing celebrations for the rest of this year!  

PS Don't forget my giveaway here.