28th April 2014

Popped to the care home to get some toiletries and clean clothes for Dad and ended up having quite a long conversation with the manageress and some of the carers. Then off to the hospital to sneak in to see Dad before visiting hours. He was his normal, cranky, agitated, argumentative self! He's a silly sod; thinks moaning at the staff will make them send him home, so I had to have a few words with him... again.

An afternoon of tackling the washing pile and sewing on buttons and turning up trousers. Clearing the camp stuff away ended with my hoovering up all the grass that the girls brought back with them, then dinner cooked, swimming lessons done and two tired girls went off to bed. And this evening I've done absolutely nothing! I did get another text from my sister asking about Dad. I replied politely and that was it. I'm starting to regret the fact I contacted her and I have very few regrets in my life!