Dad wasn't well this morning in Mums words, 'He had a wee turn'. He had gone out as usual after breakfast to get the paper and on the drive home started to feel unwell, racing pulse. When he got into the house he rang Mum to come down. She was barely able to count his pulse it was going so fast. By the time I got there he was fine, resting and said he just felt a bit sore. I suggested running him over to the hospital to be checked but he didn't think it was necessary. *sigh* such a worry and yet we can't wrap him up in cotton wool. L had brought her bike over to have the tyre fixed and then felt bad because her Granda hadn't been feeling well but he insisted on coming out to the garage to sort it and sort it he did.
I took Mum to the shops to get a few bits and bobs before coming home. Just H and I for dinner as L had gone to her boyfriends house for dinner. We took the dog for a walk after just as the sun was setting, got some nice pictures over the lough. :( Dad is a worry.
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