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Hope on the horizon
Fridays are Day Centre days. The minibus arrived as my father declared that he wanted his anorak. There was not a cloud in the sky and the temperature must have been in the eighties. My mother told him that he wouldn't need it, but to no avail. My father demanded it. Where is it? he asked loudly. Where you last left it I expect. That was no help, he'd no idea. Progress has ceased; he is going backwards and has become child-like, a very large one. He came out with the usual retort that he supposed I was not going to lift a bloody finger to help. By this time I had cleared a large area of ivy and virginia creeper from a fence in the back garden and taken three bags of the stuff to the local household tip. It was only when my mother said that she would go upstairs to find it (an effort for her) that I, to save more delay, nipped upstairs and brought down the heaviest anorak I could find. My father, pacified, climbed laboriously onto the bus and off they went.
I went off to look round a house for sale and intend to make an offer on it tomorrow.
On Monday someone from a care home in a neighboring village is to visit to assess my father, and to answer questions I expect. The weekly fees are several hundred pounds less than those charged by the home we visited on Tuesday.
Thought for today
Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.
Publius Syrus (85 - 43 BC) Latin writer
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