Christina had to go home early.
Mind you we did manage to sort out everything we needed to do. For a while the house resembled the aftermath of a bomb blast, but we finally got everything sorted.
Went out to the Village Inn for lunch, but Christina was struggling a bit, so we took her back at about 3.00.
Since then I've been busy in the kitchen, while Charles has tried to relax a bit watching the AV/Man City match. Much less stressful than the fiasco last night.
Got to go out again this evening for a meeting at the hospital. What sort of a time is 8.30 on a Sunday evening for such a meeting?

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