The First Damsel...

All planning and packing and organising for our holiday tomorrow....

Along with several phone calls to the Discharge Team at the hospital who want to discharge dad from hospital next week. No amount of discussion about the fact that I wasn't going to be there to oversee it was going to dissuade the manager I talked to. So they are going to oversee it all. This includes a food shop and changing the locks to dad's flat as I can't get there to put the keys back in the key safe, sorting out his care package, and anything else that needs doing...

I explicitly stated that I was not in agreement with this decision but it seems I don't get a say.

I fully expect several phone calls throughout the week to manage issues and problems. I've gotten so use to this as it happens every time we go away. The best option would be for us not to go on holiday. But I'm not giving up my life, just to wait to field problems with my dad. I'd never leave the house if that was the case. I just resign myself to dealing with it all remotely.

I did get to spot my first damselfly in the garden this afternoon. I'm hoping she came from our pond.