word of the week #26

My word was going to be coincidence. All the way into work I was thinking about my post, and the little coincides that had happened this week. Suddenly it is ten o'clock and night and I cannot for the life of me remember any of them except for the story about the hydrangea and I thought it might be a bit much to rewrite that blog post again. It has been a long few days with a trip down to London and back yesterday and an early start to see my Grandad before he went into hospital for surgery and then visiting him tonight. 

Yesterday involved quite a key piece of work coming together and a meeting with a number of people. I, introvert that I am, find things like that enjoyable at the time but then require some peace and quiet to recharge afterwards, and there wasn't much to be had on the rather busy train home! Then today, there have been the obvious worries and tensions whenever a loved one is in hospital. I think the prospect of today has been weighing on my subconscious for a week or so now, and though the surgery was elective and so far all seems ok it is difficult seeing my strong, ever-young Grandad feeling groggy and hooked up to monitors. As you get home the tiredness hits like a wave and you suddenly realise that you have been on high-alert for hours, energy being unknowingly sapped. I had half wondered about making grandad my word of the week but it seemed a bit foreboding to write a long post about him tonight so I will save that for when he is home and well. 

My apologies that in my tiredness the coincidences have eluded me, might I ask you to be so kind as to imagine a few witty, well written anecdotes, fantastically illustrated? Thank you so much indeed, I shall be back after a snooze.