Midweek

Jo seems OK today and I don't feel too bad. Even Ross was feeling better, although he stayed off work again because he didn't sleep at all last night.

I decided not to go to Pittodrie tonight after all, but just watch it on TV instead. I phoned Keith and we arranged to meet outside the hospital to visit Jas, who had his hip op on Monday, but we both managed to get lost - Keith actually went to the wrong hospital - Foresterhill instead of Woodend!

Jas was fine, although obviously still hirpling with the help of a zimmer frame: