Hostipapable

Sweeney and I have been to the hospital - the hostipapable, as Sweeney calls it - to see his dad. Martin's liver - it's his second, so it's kind of special already - isn't doing too well.

He's looking jaundiced, seems a bit confused and is exhausted after only a few minutes of monster trucks with Sweeney.

The last time Sweeney was in a hospital was when Harper was born, so he sees no issue with hanging out with his dad there. Being able to move Martin's bed up and down is a bonus. So are those long curtains that go around the beds - great for swishing and hiding behind. And Martin enjoys his wee boy, but like I say, it's tiring for him and we don't stay long.