Now is the time for me to confess…………. I asked you to rejoice with me when I brought Lionel back from respite at the end of last month. The “honeymoon period” did not last but 24 hours before, once again, paramedics had to be called out. He was no longer able to go to the day centre, and, after six days , the last fall he had we thought he had broken his hip. Even the paramedics were worried. I had to accept that the time had come for me to admit that I could no longer care for him at home with me.He went back into the care home on the 8th. He feels that he has been abandoned (his words) and only time will prove that he hasn’t. Saw him again today, had lunch with him, gave him a hand and foot massage, so he slept for hour and a half, but he seemed contented. The care home is superb, and I have no guilt feelings, I just pray that he will settle down, and we can then try to enjoy our new routine together. I am very tired and everything seems to be taking me a long time to do, even thinking about things takes time. I guess I must be as kind to myself as I am to my dear Lionel. I have tried telling him that when we first met, we only used to see each other twice a week, and I used to go to Fleet Street (London) to have lunch with him. . and we sit and reminiss over lunch together. Will let you know how things go, over the next weeks. It has not been plain sailing, but it so much for him to adjust too.