At the Great Western Canal at Tiverton this evening. Robin stayed in the car while I walked a little way with my camera. Remembering my father's 90th birthday here with all the family in 2009.
Very weary now. Not sure why then remembered I had a very wakeful, restless night. And Robin woke early.
I have tiny painful finger splits again but at least I now have some magic cream meant for cracked heels but works wonders in a few days.
This morning, while dear friend looked after Robin, I escaped into town and bought a kiddies' blow up paddling pool for him to stand in... or even put the perching stool in it...to make washing more of a shower experience. Will try it out anyway. It was only £3.
On our way to Morrisons I delivered the ADRT form to the doctor's surgery - Advanced Directive to Refuse Treatment. And sent one to the MND nurse. I double checked Robin knew what it was first, knew what he had signed, or rather I have signed on his behalf.
Delved into the bags of wonderful fresh veggies just picked from my sister's garden and made supper - a pan of green beans, courgettes, carrots and ruby chard all sticky and soft and flavoured with a chopped clove of elephant garlic, Greek basil and roasted cumin seeds. To accompany new potatoes slathered in butter and a feta chive omelette.
Although a dear friend - (thank you dear friend) - has stepped in to take Robin out tomorrow afternoon I'm mourning the loss of my favourite day, Thursday, my respite day, when Robin usually goes to the Mede - but it has been unavoidably cancelled. He is disappointed too.
Somehow it's just getting easier to live with disappointment ....nothing seems to matter so much now....although all the little losses sometimes build up into some big out of proportion upset.
Fortunately I'm too knackered to be upset and there is bound to be something good come out of it. After all Thursdays are always special...
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