Well, it's finally here. The day that I've wanted for years, decades even.
My parents (and Billy the Tortoise) are moving 100 miles up the M1 to a bungalow on a retirement complex just up the road from me.
Dad has AD, and swings between looking forward to moving, and not knowing what on earth we're on about. Mum is in a wheelchair after a stroke earlier this year, and can't wait to get in. Billy is hibernating. Lucky Billy.
So this marks an end to our weekly 200 mile trips to take them shopping, do the washing, etc. Hopefully, it will be the start of them regaining a quality of life they deserve.
I feel so nervous I could cry. And no doubt will before the day's out.
Jks
My parents (and Billy the Tortoise) are moving 100 miles up the M1 to a bungalow on a retirement complex just up the road from me.
Dad has AD, and swings between looking forward to moving, and not knowing what on earth we're on about. Mum is in a wheelchair after a stroke earlier this year, and can't wait to get in. Billy is hibernating. Lucky Billy.
So this marks an end to our weekly 200 mile trips to take them shopping, do the washing, etc. Hopefully, it will be the start of them regaining a quality of life they deserve.
I feel so nervous I could cry. And no doubt will before the day's out.
Jks