11th September 2013

I was dreading seeing Dad this morning, I didn't want to deal with his demanding to leave the home. When I got there he was having another bad memory day. Had no idea he had called yesterday, in fact he couldn't even remember that we spoke on the phone. But of course this quite clearly proves that he can't look after himself. I guess I'll have to get used to this, and so will the home.

So back home for an afternoon of sorting out Dad's bills and bit and pieces. Back to Cubs for the eldest this evening and another late night for me. I'm too much of a night owl, that's never going to change.

Thought of Mum today. I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Haven't decided if I want to do anything on the day, but I wish I could spend it with my brother.