Into my f-i-l at just after 8 and helped him with his routine - shower, dress and then breakfast preparation before having a shave and shower myself and then breakfast.
Tidy up his bedroom and the bathroom just in time for T to arrive bearing goodies for the afternoon tea party.
I slope off home to pick up fresh clothes and then do some shopping before going back.
Other members of the family start to arrive at 2.00 p.m. and eventually there are 14 of us, three generations from 13-94.
After we've consumed copious amounts of tea, cheese straws, flapjack and granola bars - what a healthy diet - T brings out a bag of cut up Christmas cards which is emptied onto the table with a view to finding the pieces which go together. Some are quite fiendish as they've been cut up in very random ways and others are more so because it turns out that there is more than one of the same card!
I nip home - I say nip, I had been intending to use the car, however I found I was blocked in, so ran/walked back. Found a message from one of my dad's carers. Fortunately nothing crucial, he just couldn't remember why there were 3 boxes of chocolates and a bottle of wine sitting on his dining table. I explained that he'd asked me to obtain them for herself and her daughter (one of the other carers) and a nearby neighbour couple. Also gave me an opportunity to have an update on her take of his situation as she's one of the more conscientious ones.
Back round to my f-i-l's. More tea and a delicious tropical fruit cake. I take the opportunity for a sketch of M.
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| M.A. on the sofa |
Family gradually departs. T starts to prepare her father's evening meal.
I'm off for a curry night with a group of golfing buddies. After a drink in the Kings Head in Enfield its down the road to a relatively new Indian restaurant called the Savoy Spice. Excellent company, excellent food.
Back home to relieve T.
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