From 'La Mole' to Penge

We travelled up to Leeds yesterday. Adrian hired quite a large estate car but even so it was a bit of a struggle to fit my long, injured leg in the front seat.
We managed but after a 4 hr 30 min journey (1 hr of which just to get out of London) my leg was very stiff/sore when we got here.

The hotel room (with a disabled toilet) would be OK if it wasn't for the fact that there's no air-conditioning, the small desk fan provided cannot be plugged in anywhere near the beds (because there are no sockets) and we are in the middle of a mini heat-wave.
This combined with the fact that the window can only be opened ajar got me a bit panicky last night but luckily I/we managed to sleep. Needless to say we didn't need the duvets and the blankets provided!

We ate at the Italian restaurant of the hotel which just reopened last week. They ran out of jugs for the water, of ricotta for Adrian's pizza, the cocktails arrived after the starter and my Disaronno Sour was a Mojito instead. We waited ages for the pizzas and at the end sinceI was in quite a bit of pain sitting on the wheelchair, we had them boxed and ate (some of) them in the room.

Today the plan was of having a rest before the funeral tomorrow.
Adrian ran a few errands this morning while I sat on one of the sofas in the air-conditioned hall and this afternoon he took me for a bit of fresh air to Otley, a market town 10 miles out of Leeds,
We had a stroll in a park by the river.










(the double ice-cream is mine of course, as I'm poorly! lol)





While we were in the park, I had to talk to my boss's boss re work.
He's wondering whether I'm well enough to do some work from home (despite having a sick note until the end of the month!). I think I'll be able to do some work next week or the week after (depending on what they say at the hospital on Thu) but I don't quite understand how it is going to work legally: one is either sick or isn't, right? I cannot sit at the table and workin with the laptop resting on my thighs is rather tiring, plus I need rest and I'll have hospital appointments.

In the last couple of weeks or so my injury, surgery, etc. has been a bit of a distraction for Adrian, and his mother's passing has felt - in some ways -almost unreal to him. Now on the evening of the funeral it has started to feel much more real and, of course - for lack of better words - very final.
I'm sure he'll get through tomorrow: he's made of stern stuff. And of course, I'll be there for him, and vice-versa.

This evening we're going to have a small family gathering here at the hotel...