Hurray, it really is home at last!

Tuesday came, and it finally seemed as if he really was going to be discharged;  as it got later and later it began to look as if he might have to spend another night, but I finally picked him up at 9.00 last night!! So we all had a very jolly glass of champagne once he got home, and we were on call overnight but not required.  We stocked up the larder and fridge this morning before we had roast chicken and a glass of port for lunch, and fortunately his friend is blowing through from York tonight, so he will have company.  We had thought he would have a spell in a convalescent home, but, since he has to have further appointments at the Hammersmith hospital, going off for a bit of recuperation by the seaside isnt practical. He is still not completely well, but clearly being home is a tonic in itself.  His GP is helping to make the transition between hospital and home, and lets hope that his progress continues.  Home visits very welcome!