My Dad's pretty poorly. He was on a Med cruise last week, and on Tuesday he fell over and banged his head. This triggered an epileptic fit of some kind, which triggered what seems to have been a TIA - his second. He was taken to hospital in Corsica, the next landfall.

As if this wasn't bad enough, in the small hours of Thursday morning he started coughing and throwing up blood from his lungs and stomach, and was rushed to the ICU. Thank God, this turned out to be relativly minor - esophageal bleeding due to Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease exacerbated by total immobility. I didn't get much sleep that night, I can tell you.

He's stable, out of the ICU, and very much more comfortable now, but we still don't know when he'll be well enough to travel back to the UK. Thankfully, he's not on his own.

It's been a fraught few days...