I had another reasonable night, awaking around 06.00 which suited me better than oversleeping.
I tended to T and managed to get him dressed and ready for Daycare, proudly wearing his new belt to keep his trousers up. He has two or three belts but can I find them? And his weight loss means he needs belts.
It was pouring with rain when I awoke, which only lessened slightly as the morning wore on. But it did eventually stop.
More prescription hunting today- for his high in nutrient fruit drinks this time, which are unavailable at the moment. There are so many drugs/ medicines which are becoming increasingly difficult to get hold of. The reason? Not known to me.
I hunted out some shopping in Tesco, but the cream and milk section was absolutely bare. I enquired if they were awaiting a delivery but was told – no. If Muller didn’t have much stock left on the lorry, apparently they didn’t bother to deliver at all.
I’m not bothered about the dairy stuff, but I was going to make a pudding that required it. For Saturday, when we will entertain the Roberts family.
The dementia adviser rang and I had a bit of a whinge about the blue badge team. She confirmed she has heard various complaints about them, concerning applications for invisible disability, and advised me to get in touch with the Local Government Ombudsman.
H and I took a damp walk at Streatley Rec where we bumped into Debs and Rosy plus one. Heidi was pleased to see Debs and ran off to greet her.
She was returned home and then I set off for the Butt Inn at Aldermaston Wharf. What a wonderful find. It’s not really on our local patch but will replace the boring garden centre cafe. The cafe at the centre was really good when Rosebourne owned it and has taken a dive now Hilliers have taken it over.
I was meeting Jane and Sue, ex colleagues from my Basingstoke days. We have been meeting for 22 years now, back to when when Jane was having babies, and she and I and I left Kings Furlong, and Sue had young children.
The changes to my current circumstances mean we meet nearer Moulsford, rather than Old Basing. And changes to their working hours mean we can meet at lunchtimes.
The Butt Inn was a resounding success. Not too pricey, really interesting menu and tasty food. Hilliers eat your heart out.
I returned via Pangbourne where I acquired the missing dairy items, picked T up in Cholsey and came home for a little relaxation.
Our nurse rang up and we had a chat but I was able to say we were ticking over better than a couple of weeks ago.
The afternoon wandered past us and I made myself more active and made the lemon posset for tomorrow. Have I tidied up?
Well… I’ve loaded the dishwasher and I have even switched it on.
The evening is disgusting and H is refusing to go out.
But, hey, the lemon posset has set. T has raided the fridge for the strawberries I bought to go with it. There are a few left. I detect his hand in the kitchen because all the work surfaces are covered with flat ish packets . Any packet he can find – nougats Tina brought from Greece, similarly lentils and split peas from Greece. Olives, crisps, nuts and goji berries.
I’m not sure why Tina brings these items, they weigh her down and are readily available here. I haven’t the heart to tell her.
Does any of it really matter?
My heart goes out to the people of Gaza. Rabbits in the headlights with nowhere to go. My heart also goes out to the families of the Jews slaughtered last weekend. It’s easy to lay the deaths at the feet of Hamas. But I know it’s more complex than that.
This matters.
Thought for the Day
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