PaC has been in hospital but came home yesterday.

Normally, of course, this would be a good thing but, just like F’s aunt, last year, this is not. There is nothing more they can do. It could be a matter of hours, days or, I suppose, even weeks.

F had been back for just over 2 days. Yesterday he went down again. His back problem has returned and he needs injections to enable him to keep going. This has been brought about by the stress. I don’t like to see him like this but there is nothing I can do.

Apparently, PaC, just like his aunt, is asleep most of the time. That’s probably better for everyone. So, F will get only snatches of time with PaC now. It is better than nothing. When he left to come back home on Sunday afternoon, apparently PaC woke up and asked for him which, I suppose, made him feel a bit guilty that he wasn’t there.

Of course, he says nothing of how he really feels. I can only guess by the occasional loud sigh that he makes. And his back. And the other things that are wrong with him (not sleeping, earaches, etc.)

Next week we have J coming. We have tickets for the opera at La Scala. At the moment, of course, I don’t know if he will be here at all, let alone for the opera. But I don’t worry him about that. After all, J is a lovely person and really such an easy person to look after. She talked to me last weekend and asked if she should cancel coming. I said “no” and F agreed when I told him.

I have nothing else to say. There is nothing else to say.