Yet another maudlin post
I just called my father to wish him a happy birthday. Then we talked about how he's doing. His father is dying in hospital, and after having caught the staff at the care home lying to his mother about it* (probably only the latest in a string of habitual lies to avoid lengthy explanations) he's now certain that being there is making her dementia worse. I remember when my dad was invulnerable, and my grandparents were smiling, happy people who used to take me out to country pubs for lunch. Whatever happened to the world?
I have to work for a few more hours, then I have to go to the salon for a wax, then I have to have another attempt at finding the FPC on Iffley Road, then travel home by bicycle and train. And then I'm going to collapse in a heap in an empty house and cry and cry.
*When she asked where her husband was they said he was upstairs resting.
I have to work for a few more hours, then I have to go to the salon for a wax, then I have to have another attempt at finding the FPC on Iffley Road, then travel home by bicycle and train. And then I'm going to collapse in a heap in an empty house and cry and cry.
*When she asked where her husband was they said he was upstairs resting.