Yesterday the ba’ was truly on the slates to use a Glasgow saying. In the midst of a mountain of Johns bedding ready for the wash I received a call to say his 83 year old sister was very unwell. Over the last two weeks I have been giving her Strepsils, paracetamol and lastly ibuprofen when she indicated shoulder pain. To cut a long story short she has pneumonia. I knew this day would come and a couple of years ago I packed an overnight bag with new pants, nightdresses, slippers, Toiletries etc. Calls were batted back and forward to Me between the management of her sheltered housing, the doctors surgery, the paramedics they called out to take her to hospital and ultimately the hospital itself. When the paramedics called to say she was in the ambulance I asked if they would stop at my house and pick up the bag of things she would need. And they did. All of these groups were so gracious and understanding of my dilemma that I could not leave my husband on his own so any info they needed would have to be done over the phone. I now find that a neighbour has phoned her ward and said when she is being discharged he will come and pick her up and take her home. What could have been a nightmare day worked out amazingly well.