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The under carriage kissed the well worn runway and the aircraft escorted us to the terminal at London, Luton. A second unplanned repatriation but we wouldn`t wish to be anywhere else right now. Our friend Liz was waiting to whisk us back to her home for tea and then on to Leicester General Hospital to visit mum.

It was a tense journey to the hospital with Liz chatting away with me  hopefully, saying the right things in the right places, but I wouldn`t be able to recall what the conversation was, with my mind elsewhere.

As I wandered down the corridor after meeting my sister Ann, we approached the maternity unit, I couldn`t help thinking that maybe mum had broken new ground in medical science and her partner Frank must have a hidden stash of viagra somewhere! A light moment in a dark hour.

Mum naturally, didn`t look her best, but she looked better than I had expected and she was in surprisingly good spirits. It felt good and it felt right to be back. The hour passed all too soon and Ann and I headed back for a pint and a chat to discuss things and to exchange our thoughts on what the future may hold.