Anna woke me up at 7.30am this morning in floods of tears. In between sobs (and me telling her to take deep breaths) she says that Pam has called her to say that Dad collapsed around 3am this morning from suspected food poisoning. He was wandering around the room and, being half-asleep, she asked him what the matter was. He replied he didn’t feel too good and then just crumpled to the floor. She called for an ambulance and Dad is now on a drip in a hospital somewhere in South London.
Anna is distraught to say the least and I quickly dress and drive her to work. We have decided to tell Chris what has happened but will keep it quiet from Rosemary. I drop Anna off and drive to work on auto-pilot. Stuff like this gives you a sudden sense of perspective and a good reality check. Anna said it was lucky Dad was at Pam’s because if he had collapsed at home, none of us would have realised until we had a phone call from his office asking where he was. I just shrugged my shoulders and pointed out that he probably wouldn’t have gotten food poisoning if he wasn’t at hers in the first place.
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