Matt and I put the Christmas pot-roast in the oven first thing this morning and then, with Dad, headed off to Swansea hospital to see Mum (after Dad narrowly avoided knocking Matt over as he backed the car out of the drive).
Mum was in very good spirits, pleased to see us and delighted with her Christmas presents, especially a baking book by Rachel Allen. Here's looking forward to sampling some of the goodies from that book once Mum is back on her feet :-)
The hospital gave Mum a very nice Christmas lunch, turkey and all the trimmings followed by Christmas pudding with brandy sauce, and a Bucks Fizz to go with it. Mum assured us the Bucks Fizz tasted just as good drunk out of a plastic cup as from a cut-glass champagne flute.
We all left just after 1 and went home to eat our Christmas lunch. The pot-roast tasted good even though the meat had fallen to pieces in the pan because it had been in the oven for too long.
And our meal tasted all the better for knowing that Mum was much more relaxed today than yesterday, because the adrenaline test on her heart, which causes the heart to beat faster, had, not unnaturally, given her the blue spooks because she was worried her heart would go into arrythmia again.
We're all going to visit Mum again tomorrow, so next update tomorrow evening.
Off to try and beat Dad at Scrabble.
Emily
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