Now, a life in the day and night.................
Yesterday,
Out together a.m. to Cliftonville. 11am till 12.30pm. I had bitten off more than I clould chew, my first day out, I ended up on the verge of tears, I was so slow, and in pain.
Home for lunch.
1.30pm He `was bored` went for a walk, [in the pouring rain].
Returned 2.30pm.
4pm, `Going Home`, bank queries, how to get money etc.
5.30pm All suits out of wardrobe, unzipping covers to see them.....
I put them away.
Had dinner.
He slept all evening. Woke once when I lit the fire and said he feels he`s floating.
I woke him at 10pm for bed. He gets back ache sleeping too long in the chair.
Today,
He woke me at 1. 45am talking about home, his mother, his cousin in Patna, his maternal grandmother, family name, reminiscing.
I was cross, saying he shouldn`t wake me in the night. He denied waking me, saying he spoke and I answered so I must have been awake.
I made a cup of tea and we went back to bed at 3.30a.m.
Woke at 7a.m. saying his head was bad, confused , muddled.
He wanted to switch the radiator on in the bedroom. He`s alwys cold. He couldn`t find the plug. From the bed, I said `I`ll do it`. He said `you haven`t got a long enough arm.`
12.30pm.
He took all his suits from the wardrobe for the charity bag. He took them all out of their covers, then put them all back in the wardrobe, except one jacket, 18 years old, and an old winter coat.
He`s going to the bank tomorrow.
1p.m.
I made his lunch and all the time he has been asking how to travel to India/Manchester/London. He now wants to go to the High Commisioner to ask him the way.
We will sell the house and have half each.
Why am I worrying that he won`t have a bath.