Maybe yesterday was an extra special day....After weeks of seeming not to like me and blaming me for not rescuing him from his predicament, yesterday Rob said nothing would make him happier than if we could spend the rest of our lives together, please. He supposed that might be about thirty years...I said we'd be about a hundred and seven, and we laughed about it together. We'd been sitting out in the newish garden, and I'd been chattering about which plants and bushes would make it even nicer....he said he was pleased that we owned this place now.
Everything about the Home was good yesterday, plenty of tea or coffee, and Rob was comfortable and quite calm. In fact, every one of the " guests" seemed calm. Perhaps it was a particularly good group of Carers, or perhaps he's being helped by the new tablets he's been prescribed, because it's been confirmed he is borderline diabetic... A nurse took a tiny blood sample before his meal, to compare with another one afterwards...
( There's also that puzzling fact that the moon is no longer full.)
Everything about the Home was good yesterday, plenty of tea or coffee, and Rob was comfortable and quite calm. In fact, every one of the " guests" seemed calm. Perhaps it was a particularly good group of Carers, or perhaps he's being helped by the new tablets he's been prescribed, because it's been confirmed he is borderline diabetic... A nurse took a tiny blood sample before his meal, to compare with another one afterwards...
( There's also that puzzling fact that the moon is no longer full.)