A thoroughly nicer hospital

We spent the night at Mum and Dad's flat in Croydon. This morning Dad left early to go to work. Mum spent the morning faffing around - actually, I'm not sure what she did, because I was asleep. In the afternoon, though, Mum and I drove in to her old work place, Springfield Hospital in Tooting (part of South West London and St George's Mental Health NHS Trust, notable for its "just-rolls-off-the tongue" catchy name). I met some of Mum's colleagues and got plenty of attention. Mum caught up with all the goss from the regeneration project she was working on.

It was a tiring day. When we got back to Potters Bar I fell asleep on Boobie.


I still haven't smiled at Dad though.