The phrase that causes your heart to sink cropped up again as The Old Man and I arrived on the heart surgery ward yesterday.
"You are not on the list."
However, 2 hours later - after yet another blood test - he was sitting next to a bed waiting to be settled in.
I had to leave then - to rejoin the kind friends who had driven us up to the Hospital and who were going to take me back home. And I got home about 6 pm.
I chatted in a relaxed manner with a neighbour - got inside the house - and blubbed.
Then I ate the cheese sandwich.
It feels odd without The Old Man. I feel sentimental.