Susie went to Hyde Terrace for her weekly check up and they told her to go home and pack a bag and return at 6pm.D-Day has arrived by the look of things. Mum broke this news to me at about 4 and I hurriedly passed on the news to Ally who didn't believe me. I sounded too calm.
Home at 5 and ate and prepared to journey to Guiseley. Dave B called in and put the brass knobs on the door and was a killjoy on the subject of the Nason baby. 'Oh, that', he calmly muttered as he screwed 'it could be days or even weeks yet. It's only blood pressure.' We know it's only blood pressure but surely they aren't going to let Sue take up a precious bed for days on end without actually bringing forth the offspring?
We went over to Guiseley at 7:30 with a bottle of apricot wine and something called pomagne. Joined by Jim and Margaret and later by Julie. Peter came back from Hyde Terrace at about 9 and sat quietly looking tired and lost. He says no delivery will take place soon, and that Sue is resting in the antiseptic peace of ward 6. The atmosphere at Pine Tops was tense. Mum paces about like a bear missing a cub. It was obvious that the evening would end in tears. The plonk was drained and no call came from the hopsital. Mum had a weep. She was just the same last year when Lynn was having Frances. Jim and Margaret left at 1am [Margaret was suffering from mild nausea] and we went to bed leaving Mum and Pete crying on each others shoulders. Just like last week, Ally asks me never to give her gin again.
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