During the first week of our holiday I got a message to say that my eldest son had been admitted to hospital. His Crohn's had flared up badly and he was unable to eat for a few days, so he was admitted and put on a drip. He's been put back on steroids again and had his infusion, which seems to be sorting him out now. So the first week of our hols was spent sending messages back and forth, keeping tabs on his progress. There was little point in coming back early as there was nothing we could do......and he is 23....so, not a child anymore. Got back off hols on Saturday afternoon and got a phone call from one of my brother-in-laws to let me know that my father had just passed away suddenly. I can't wait for the 3rd thing!!....