This last week has evolved from bad to catastrophic from the moment I got back from Bristol.
The Lucy hospital incident, followed by the Nick job termination (not exactly a surprise), were trumped later in the week by Hugo's flat being gutted by fire, leaving my brother and his family homeless although mercifully still alive. And to top it all, when he went to see our mother to tell her the bad news in person, not wanting to shock her over the phone, he found her so unwell already that she had to be rushed to hospital.
Sorry about the downbeat tone. Hopefully next week will bring better tidings.
P.S.: Turned out not to be as serious as originally feared and she's back home on antibiotics after a night of tests and investigations.