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So the ol’ man is home.

There were last-minute blood tests to hurdle and an infusion to endure before the gates were unlocked, but by the end of the day, the medics were satisfied that they’d done enough. So, armed with a bagful of drugs and a suitcase full of PJs he made his escape just after tea.

John is delighted to be home but he’s still full of anxiety, bless him, so we’re discussing strategies that may help – as well as popping the pills. I am pretty sure that once he’s settled in at home, he’ll start to feel a bit better. Hope so, anyway!

We have both been blessed today with support from unexpected quarters. I was delighted to go round to Dawn’s this morning where we had home communion, offered by dear Liz. Moments of quiet reflection, prayer and worship were very welcome and refreshing.

John, meanwhile, had another encounter with the Chaplain at the hospital, and was able to have a good chat. He came out of the chat declaring that this is the start of Part 2 of his life. I’m all for that!! Yesterday is past and tomorrow has yet to come, so let’s make the most of now!! Yes, please.

We have sat together this evening, enjoying desultory conversation and watching New Zealand annihilate Italy on the rugby field. We felt sorry for Italy but we marvelled at the skill and nimbleness of the Kiwis. Really enjoyed it.

And that’s us today. Grateful for all the support from everyone – it has held us up and kept us going.

Take care everyone. God bless.