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Woken at ten by breakfast arriving On Time. While I’m chewing my bizarrely leathery GF toast, Dad rang. We’re in the Medical Centre.
Turns out mum has a chest infection – hence the wheezing yesterday. Antibiotics and Tamiflu and liquids and a Paracetamol drip to bring down her fever and bed rest. I took dad to eat something while she had her drip and we brought her back some pizza, which she wolfed down, so no appetite issues at least, and the fever had gone.
£400 and several hours later, we were back in the cabin. She dozed, dad dozed. I did Sudoku. At about 2.30, I went back to my cabin and slept for two hours.
Spoke to Dad at 5. Mum’s MUCH better and charging around the cabin. See you at dinner. In fact, she was livelier at dinner than she has been all week.
That was Gran Canaria, that was.