Scary 24 hours

So we woke up Monday to a phone call from the UK. Grandad had had a stroke and had been taken to the John Radcliffe hospital. Apparently he had felt crook and gone to the bathroom where Grandma found him unconscious. Reports that day were of problems with speech and his right side, so all the challenges Grandfer had to go through came flooding back.

After a day down at London Bridge, Sara rang the hospital late Aussie time and they were saying that he had had breakfast and walked to the loo....promising sutff, but we went to bed still anxious.

Next morning and he's back at home!! Walking about okay, but with some tiredness and still slurring his speech a little, but wow, we didn't expect that. Great to hear he's so much better than we had thought he might have been.