I caught up with Broadchurch before going to dad's. and second time in a row, the care agency let him down, so no one arrived to get him up. So once again I had to do what was necessary. A replacement carer arrived at 10.15 after she had visited her usual client; they had phoned her at 8.30 so not sure why they could not have phoned me then too. So again as yesterday I had to leave to go to work. I walk passed this pleasing looking pub on the way. Home at 8.15 for a lovely dinner cooked by Harry. He had made pizzas, even using yeast in the base, ( I usually cheat with yoghurt,) and his own spicy tomato sauce. Much needed. And soon to bed.