I’m sat in A&E, aka Accident & Emergency, aka Emergency Room. My Step-father’s gall stones decided to flair up again.
He’s on a bed being looked at, and because of the virus, I’m sat out in reception.
It’s quieter out here as he’s prone to droning and whining when in pain, it's granted mind you, but when there’s nothing I can do about it, it soon goes from guilt to ‘just shut up’.