It's been a funny old day. Started at 7.30am with a trek to hospital with my husband for him to be admitted to have an operation on his shoulder. He hadn't really asked many questions when he went to get the results of his MRI scan, I think he'd been in shock at the words 'key hole surgery' when he was expecting 'pain killing injections'. He'd been even more surprised to hear the appointment date was within 2 weeks. He'd told the people at work that he'd probably be back in the office within 2 days. He gave me 'that' look (you know the one!) when I suggested it might be more like a week.
However, now he is home with stitches and slings and bruising and looks so sleepy and sore, I don't have the heart to say the immortal words - 'I told you so.'