16th February 2015

First day of the half term holiday and the poor girls had to come with me to see Dad. Had a call from the home as he knew I was coming but was grumbling when. So I turned up with the kids and he was happy and smiling. He had absolutely no idea why he got them to call me; seemed anxious about something but hopefully I helped him to remember a few things. He swears there is nothing wrong with his memory but he couldn't even remember what was wrong with his hip. He even asked me where his mum was living now and she died over 10 years ago. At least it gives us something to talk about everytime I see him.