In 'Anniversaries' a couple of blogs back I mentioned that my Uncle Peter was very ill in hospital.

Peter, after a career spent as a consultant physician, has a deep dislike of hospitals, and just a week later he is well enough to be released and is going home to be looked after by family.

As Uncle Peter (wearing his other hat as a poet) might say:
Old boots are tough,
But Peter is tougher;
Illness is rough,
But hospital's rougher.
I put this less than deathless verse in an email to Mary (my cousin Robbie's wife) who has been keeping me updated, and she has printed it up as a 'Welcome Home' banner.
Overnight Update from Mary Uncle Peter is home and loved the verse.

Auntie Barbara who was also in hospital was released earlier this week and may even let herself be looked after, breaking an exhausting lifetime habit of being the one doing the caring (which was probably the root of her problem in the first place).

They don't really do computers beyond word processing so won't see this, but love and best wishes to both of them.

This news was the climax of a really good day doing the Florence Nightingale workshop for the three year 2 classes at Signhills Infant School in Cleethorpes, where it seems that everybody from the smallest pupil to the head-teacher is happy, motivated and busy. This was my third visit, and I am always pleased to go back there.