Parents

That was a pretty difficult weekend.

On Friday, while I was at work in a meeting, my Mum left a message on my mobile's answering machine telling me that my dad was in hospital, that he'd had a sort-of dizzy spell when he got up and had to be sent in an ambulance to hospital. And then she was sobbing.

So, I dropped everything - thank you, workmates - and headed up to Derby, getting there in time to check that my mum was ok and head to the hospital. In many ways, I was actually more worried about mum, as she has a hard time getting around and would find it very difficult without my dad.

By the time I got to the hospital, the old feller was sitting up in a chair by the bed in his pyjamas, looking more bored than anything else. He'd basically recovered about an hour after he came in, and was simply waiting for the results of some tests. Apparently, he had a very minor heart murmur - news to us, although he's known for years - and that was probably the cause. He hadn't had a heart attack, and there was no deterioration of his heart at all. He was fit and ready to go home.

Kim raced up the next day, dad was fine, and we spent a nice weekend with them. But it was a scare, no doubt about it. fa