No escape/entry

Thank you for all the love for my puffin trio yesterday.

My not-so-little sister and I played a game of 'Race across the world' in Newcastle today as we sped from nursing home to nursing home as part of our research to find a new place for Mummy hazelh. 

We started with a shortlist of nine homes. By the end of the day we had a strong sense of the two that we liked the best, with a third as reserve. 

The good news (for us) is that our favourite nursing home expects to have a vacancy in the very near future. We're hoping that Mummy hazelh's current home will let her stay there until this potential place becomes available. In the meantime, we will arrange for the 'top' two homes to complete care needs assessments for Mummy hazelh.

There were some interesting moments during the day. For example:

- My sister recognised the person who showed us around at the first home that we visited - as a fan of her (my sister's) band - as seen here. My sister enjoyed being honoured as a rock star.
- We were both completely spooked by a home that was covered from floor to ceiling with religious icons.
- We got on really well with the manager at our second favourite home, laughing and joking in his office, sharing his quirky sense of humour. 

In between all this, I visited Mummy hazelh. When I arrived she was all by herself in her bedroom, very confused and depressed. I found it rather upsetting that she was on her own upstairs while most of the residents were downstairs with the staff in the main lounge, celebrating inclusivity at a Pride party. I don't know whether or not Mummy hazelh was deliberately excluded from the fun, but it felt that way. 

I blipped the fence at one of the homes that we visited. Are those fearsome barbs there to protect the residents from outsiders, or to prevent their escape?

Exercise today: walking (13,193 steps).