Well, that’s Herself packed off to the hospital then.

Not only Herself but a couple of wardrobes full. I’m not quite sure how long she’ll be in there but she is kitted out for a couple of months at the very least. I had to make a couple of trips to the car just to bring in all the fucking luggage.

The house is eerily quiet. There is the birdsong of course but apart from that all I can hear is the occasional humming from the refrigerator. I’m actually beginning to miss the odd shout, demand or a bit of verbal abuse.

Last night was even quieter. The television remained mute so the only sound then was the fridge and the odd yelp from Penny as she dreamed.

I have been waiting for the phonecall from the hospital demanding that I bring her home again. Maybe she is behaving herself and isn’t shouting abuse at anyone within earshot? That would be a first. Either that or the staff are just ignoring her.

I looked forward to a grand lie-in last night. I don’t quite know what happened but I found myself wide awake at eight this morning. Bugger! At least it gave me a chance to do a few things around the house without interruption.

I suppose I had better drive up and visit her? I hate hospital visits, but if I don’t I won’t hear the end of it for months.

I’ll have another mug of tea first though …..