it's 8.45, I 've been to visit Ron who has spent all day inside the hospital not doing much at all. Strangely he's complaining of being cold (though I found it swelteringly hot!) and right now is not allowed to eat or drink anything (so when I got there I quickly secured the lid on the plastic box of warm rock-cakes before the smell began to waft around!). He hadn't seen the doctor by 8pm though one was promised - a drip was promised too - but that hadn't materialised. I DID see a doctor as I left - so that was encouraging.

I wait to hear what will happen next and am happy to know that the Lord has the whole situation in hand - for His Glory and for Ron's good.