30th April 2014

Spent the morning cleaning, scrubbing and boxing up some more bric-a-brac from Dad's house. It's amazing how hours of cleaning grease, dirt and crud from ornaments makes you go from wanting to keep them to not being able to box them up quick enough! Quite a few times I would put pots and teapots to one side with the prospect of keeping them and then box them up 10 minutes later.

Had a PSA meeting this afternoon, picked the kids up after and then back home for a bit more cleaning before back to the school to pick up my eldest from choir. Got home and called the care home to see if they know when Dad's coming home and he already was! Spoke to him on the phone and he seemed really happy. I'll pop in to see him at the weekend; hopefully he'll start forgetting about his hospital stay. There are parts that he's forgotten already; this has definitely shown me how bad his dementia is.

My brother made me laugh when I gave him the good news. He says he imagines our sister is at home weeping as she'll have to cancel the gold plates litter trays and food bowls for the cats! I guess I won't hear from her again now until the next time I have to tell her that Dad's ill.