We wound ourselves up with jokes about going to Mordor (the sky obligingly clouded over and it started to rain) but when we actually arrived at the Duchess of Kent Hospital in Catterick everything was very pleasant and unmilitary and the very nice psychiatrist spent an hour and a half with Joe and concluded by telling him that he'd write a letter to his (Joe's) C.O. recommending he be discharged.
So that was it? Apparently so.
I came away feeling rather flat.
But, of course, it's wonderful. Joe can now get on with the rest of his life....