It is about 7:15 a.m. and I keep humming in my head the first line of that song, 'It's a most unusual day ...'
My son has just phoned me from his hospital bed. Having been prep'd yesterday morning, the operation had to be postponed because of a lack of ICU places, but he will be operated on today, all being well. I've had a bath and made sure I am organised to be collected at 9:0 a.m. for my operation, but I should be back home around the middle of the day. Then it will be a matter of waiting to hear from my daughter-in-law that my son is safely post-op.