A day with the Cuckoos - but tempered by reality

I spent a large chunk of yesterday writing a short story for my other blog, and, for once, I actually managed to get something finished and posted, albeit not until the early hours of this morning. I don't want to be accused of self-aggrandisement, but I think it's probably the best thing I've ever written, and I'm pretty pleased with it.
No good seems to come unalloyed at the moment, though, and yesterday also brought bad news about my mother-in-law's health. Both of my wife's parents have intermittently been in poor health over the last 2 or 3 years, but this time it could be potentially life-threatening. My wife and daughter will be travelling up to visit later today, but I can't go, because I'm back to work tomorrow, seven and a half weeks on from my bad night with the scroats. The first couple of days, on early shift, shouldn't be too much of an issue, but my first late shift, on Friday, is a prospect that that I'm facing with some trepidation. I shouldn't worry about things that haven't happened yet, I guess, because it might all pass peacefully, especially if the weather is anything like we have now - it's absolutely pouring with rain at the moment.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B