If you think we've been here before, it's because we have. In fact in recent times it has become far too familiar. Hospital home. Hospital. Repeat. It's frustrating for everyone especially the woman at the centre of it all, my neighbour Margaret. Last time she was home five days before being readmitted. The time before it was only three. She was barely in the door long enough for the birds and the dogs to realise the mince supply had been restored for it to be snatched away again. There have been times - many of them if I'm honest - when I've thought this has to be it. She won't be coming home. By now I should have learned that Margaret is made of stronger stuff. So she's back and the welcoming committee was ready. Let's hope the celebrations don't end prematurely.
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