All my bags are packed and I am ready to go

but unfortunately not to Bonn, the (bio) diversity festival on the banks of the Rhine and a week of socialising, networking, worst and sauerkraut. Rather to Kingston and the banks of the Thames and some time sorting out my father's (what looks like mental) health problems. Tuesday I got a call from the warden of the sheltered community where he lives telling me Reg was in hospital. The next day I found out that this was more a psychological rather than physical or life threatening condition and didn't entail geting on a plane the next day. So most of this week I have been cancelling appointments, meeting existing deadlines, sub-commissioning work to others and most of all preparing myself emotionally to deal with a situation that is going to bring out a lot of internal angst. Sunday I fly to London, Monday I have meetings with doctors and social workers. Today I am trying to avoid thinking about worse case scenarios before they are really there.