It does seem a bit much to have called off the search after 2 days. I know the weather caused it to be suspended, but there's a very good chance that the crew are in a liferaft with supplies, in which case we're not talking about the same conditions as a man overboard scenario ( Read more... )

... at least that's the way it feels ( Read more... )

6 days. 6 bloody days and it's not as if those 6 days are stress free with sorting out all his clothes and figuring out what else he might need. Okay, its only an hour away so I can always take stuff down, but really, I was just hoping not to have to deal with anything else. Hah! He's just snapped off his two front teeth (one of which was a bridge ( Read more... )

So, this time next week, it'll be my last night in this house with my father. I'm making progress on labelling his clothes and possessions and tomorrow I should manage to finish and send off the document entitled 'This Is Me' which gives them all the relevant info on what he can do for himself and a snapshot of his history (what he might have some ( Read more... )

... is 21 days (23 actually) too many. Seriously ( Read more... )

Went to the Royal British Legion Home at Bishop's Lydeard outside Taunton today - Dunkirk Memorial House. Wow ( Read more... )

So, when I moved in here, my father was quite frail and he was sneaking into the utility room to sneak snacks off the shelves. I started putting snacks out for him and biscuits and chocolate and generally feeding him up. I also took over cooking although he'd been cooking up until mother died. The result was that he put on weight and seemed less ( Read more... )

The good news is that we're off down to the British Legion home next week on Tuesday to have a look around and for them to do a pre-admission assessment on Father. If all goes well we should have have him sorted in the next few weeks ( Read more... )

And I should have posted this on Wednesday - but it was a busy day, so I didn't. My father turned 94 on Wednesday. He didn't really get that it was his birthday, or only for a minute or so, and the cards and pressie seemed to be confusing more than anything. Once he'd got the paper off, he kind of lost interest in the actual contents, but that's ( Read more... )

I don't normally like to complain. I'm a rather stereotypical Brit, even before my own time in the public sector, who just wants to know that I'm in the queue and someone will get round to me eventually. However, hearing that someone should be in touch a month ago and then finding out that my s-i-l appears to be getting the same answer every time ( Read more... )