Great Tut birdie still battering its beak against the window - boy, does it hate that other rival! It's taken to perching so far down the garden now and dive bombing kamikaze-style at the glass. Even if it decides it's taught the other one a lesson, it will have brained itself senseless. It's back again and attacking remorselessly as I type!
Mater not good. Had a 'special' call from the ward last night asking me to go in - thankfully it wasn't 'the' call, but because she was asking for me and they thought it might help her to settle. She was in a dreadful condition, gasping and sorely distressed. I was very concerned. Spoke to duty doc who told me what they intended doing. Stayed over an hour and decided to go once she seemed a little less agitated - after midnight with the hospital in nigh on darkness. Word has spread, so the Doc and No 1 son are driving down from Sheffield as I type to visit. Not pleasant; it makes me feel so helpless watching her.
On the up side, glorious weather today - and the St Paddy's day procession is taking place. Normally we would be there watching the various bands and floats, but have got to give it a miss this year.