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Date: 20 September 2008 18:00:19
The other night I met FW in Newport after work. We decided to eat out in preparation for our visit to see Best man in the local hospital.
As we approached the ward I jokingly said that it would be true to form if we got there and he'd been moved. As we approached his section we saw that his bed had a new occupant. So we went back to the ward board and looked for him. Surprise, surprise his name was absent. We knew he wasn't well enough to be sent home so checked with the nurses.
One had no idea and the other thought that he may have been transfered the previous Saturday to a hospital nearer to us, which has a very good stroke unit. She kindly rang them to check; he wasn't in the first ward but was found at the next. By now it was too late to get there before the end of visiting time.
So, tonight we're off to our local mini hospital. In fairness it is closer to one of his favourite "real ale" pubs. Its a pity he can't walk along the canal path to sample the delights.