Grandad is finally out of hospital and settled into his own room in a Nursing Home.
It's even the one Mum had flagged as ideal when he first started to accept he wasn't capable of living independently at the beginning of the year.
Hillside.
I thought Mum was taking a real risk starting to empty his bungalow and cancel his contracts last week, but I admit it's worked out and she is now ahead of the game. As soon as I've shaken this foul foul illness I'll go and see him. It will be lovely to see him settled, cared for, looked after.