3rd December 2013

Spent most of the day at the care home with Dad. He was behaving fine with me and was all happy and joking. Yet when the manageress cane in to speak about his behaviour, he completely changed and was argumentative and wouldn't listen. They are calling in the doctor to either give him some kind of happy pill and to get the mental health tram out to assess him. So buy the time I left, I managed to get him laughing and joking again but I don't know how long it'll last. The home are now keeping a record of his behaviour.

Hardly got any sewing done but did get the kitchen clean. Oh well, roll on tomorrow and lunch with my aunt.