Had a couple of drinks in the Wrestlers on the way home, which was nice. I don't think I've been in there before. It was very quiet, but that rather suited my mood. Slept a bit better last night than the one before, though I did wake up a couple of times in the night. The syrup doesn't seem to help much but the lozenges were still pretty good. Why is it that as soon as you buy something to treat a dry cough it starts turning productive?
Tired today. Rang the ward at 11 and talked to Richard briefly. He hadn't been asked down for the operation yet, and had no idea when he was likely to be. They'd just said "this morning" and that was gradually ticking away. I don't know whether it's worth me going in and trying to see him or not, especially having dropped off for a nap for a couple of hours. They'll let me know if they want me to come and escort him home, but I hate not knowing what's going on in the meantime.
Suppose I ought to find some lunch.