Saturday, 13 January 2007

Despite lots of promises from the decorator, it was clearly going to be far easier to finish the job ourselves so we paid him off and set to work.

After lunch, we went to the Lister Hospital in Stevenage to see my Dad. He was not a pretty sight, with heavy bruising and cuts. He was also very confused, both from the Alzheimers and from the fall. Mum said she had heard him fall and rushed in to find him crumpled in the corner of the living room - still holding half a glass of sherry in his hands so obviously he broke the fall with his face. It was quite distressing to see him like this.

On the plus side, it does look like my parents are finally going to accept some outside help.

Back at home, our amaryllises have both finally bloomed, each with four beautiful trumpets.

Jackie and I painted and cleaned and made the living room as habitable as we could. We had a sofa, a chair, a rug, and a television for the first time in a week. We were determined to relax, so opened a bottle of wine and watched some television. I don't really remember what we watched, but I do remember laughing a lot.