Finally, the one month of residential imprisonment has come to an end. The pain of being locked up within the four walls made even visits to gynae and paed such a welcoming change. I marked the days down on my calendar and looked forward to each visit. ( an opportunity for me to smell some fresh air, wear some clothes that have already gathered quite some dust and to sit in the car to take a look at the world out there).
Then again as the D-day approaches, nolstalgia kicks in.Mum's going home.
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