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Okay so I get to London Victoria Coach Station at 6:15 this morning, after another boring 7 hours coach journey down that blasted M1. Anyway, get on the tube and get to Paddington, on my train back to Burnham all is well, I get picked up from the station which was a very nice surprise.

Then my day changed, got in the car and straight away tells me that Dad's been in hospital while I've been away. At that moment, my heart sank, immediately felt the worst I had ever felt.

Turns out Dad had terrible shoulder and chest pains at Midnight on Saturday. All is well now, he is well on the mend. But today was a good day, with one heck of a lot of worry.