Woke around 0800. Got up and made porridge for breakfast, then finished packing our bags for the journey northward. Booked a taxi for noon, and got to Kings Cross in good time. Journey was hassle-free...looked like a relatively new carriage, and there was no sign of any spill-over from yesterday's rail strike, which was a relief. Rolled in to Newcastle Central station on time at 1550, and took the Metro to Callerton Parkway, where we were met by our chauffeur in his VW. Dad evidently struggling with his bad hip, and now has the support of a walking stick. Ma looking well. We repaired to the back garden and sat out with cups of tea. Dad still awaiting word on when his hip op might materialise. Going private does not seem a preference at the moment. Ham and a potato salad for dinner, followed by rhubarb and cream. Kath came over later once she had finished seeing to one of her aged clients. We watched Sean Bean in "Marriage"...nice use of the silences that abound between those who have lived with each-other for perhaps longer than they would have wanted, given the choice.
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