While working on the pages here this morning I had a call from Lord Malcolm, in a panic because his wallet had gone missing. I went over to his place (I live close) to be ready to follow his instructions looking for relevant paperwork, but with the help of people at the hospital he managed to stop the relevant keycards and so on. After an hour I went to the hospital to deliver the mail I had collected for him.
He coped brilliantly this morning (I don’t know how) but had had a bad night. In fact the wallet went missing during his emergency transfer from the hospice to the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital he had collapsed, and looks as low as I have ever seen him. Not good. Conscious, but barely.