As you may have read a few posts back, my Dad had to go to hospital for a lengthy operation on his spine.

I felt really bad about being on holiday while he was still recovering in hospital, though I did my best to keep in touch everyday and by the time we arrived home, Dad was discharged, safe and sound at home.

Or so we thought...

Only a week after being discharged, Dad was back in hospital again. He had an infection in the wound from his operation and had become severely ill again. Later today, Hubby Dearest will be looking after the kids so I can go visit him on the ward. I do hope he's feeling a bit better today.