Sunday morning

Thank God I'm not earning my living writing blogs. I haven't been here for some time now, however....

It's Sunday morning 11th June and we've just had breakfast. Usual stuff, boring in its familiarity but enjoyable nevertheless.

We're later than normal having been out playing cards with the usual crowd (excluding Midge who was in London staying with her brother) last night. Geoffrey seemed much improved but still looks thin. The DVD I made of our weekend in Darmouth didn't work on their DVD player so Maggie and Dave took it to see if it works on theirs.

I've just had a text from Beccie saying they are 50 miles from Dover and that the M25 was a breeze. Also they have used 1 litre of oil, but it should be ok now for them as it's only about 60 miles south once they get off the ferry.

We are off to Newent this afternoon to see Mum and Dad. Mum is still in respite so we will take Dad in to see her.

12 noon and just rang Newent to speak to Dad and confirm time of arrival this afternoon only to find Mum answering the phone. Sounded very confused but got the basic facts right. She has been home a couple of days now, had a row with Dad and he's gone off! Quickly rang Barbara and Ian answered saying she was scouring Newent looking for Dad who was threatening to do something drastic!

Rang back ten minutes later to find Barbara back home, with Dad. She sounded dreadful and shouldn't have to put up with this anymore. Hopefully, from what she said, Dad now realises he can't cope with Mum on his own. She needs permanent care now and perhaps so does he. It's going to be another difficult meeting this afternoon I can see.