our drugs down to pharmacy to be relabelled (incorrectly), and
cunningly inviting drivers to double park behind us so we had to
bounce and jump to get out of the carpark (always an adventure but
even more so with shiny new bus), and despite said shiny bus' own
attempts to foil us by eating the car keys refusing to stow the lift,
and not allowing me to shut the doors, we did eventually manage to
leave hospital and squeak into Helen House before the doctor left.
Little Fish has a uti, Mog has a sore still, but I think they were
pleased to see each other. Decent sensible staff on duty who took over
calmly and competently, leaving me to take a bath and do some washing.
Now the girls are snuggled up in the main house, and I am over the
road savoyring the peace and the luxury of a room to myself.