Things going a lot better with Dad since yesterday, I’m glad to report. He’s getting his appetite back and coughing less. He seems much better in himself.
I’ve explained the situation to his cleaner Tracie (“Wonderwoman” as he and his friend Bill call her – she’s a kick-boxer in her spare time). She’s wary of working at the moment as one of her kids has a hole in the heart and the other has asthma, but happy to go into Dad’s house 21 days after he first showed symptoms.
This cheered Dad and me up vastly, as she will be able to help with quite a few things apart from cleaning. I’m going to meet the village support group soon too, so we can see what help they can offer.
Richard is coming to stay with Dad for a while when my time at the holiday cottage is up on 6 June, and I’ll be able to go back home to Cardiff, at least for a spell. Feeling very homesick at the moment.
At last there seems to be a little light at the end of the tunnel.
As Leon and Lily will be here on Monday for the funeral (albeit all too briefly), they sent me a big shopping list of goodies from Robin’s (the butchers).
I donned mask and gloves and got a few plants from the newly-opened garden centre for Leon and Lily to take back to my garden in Cardiff. Can’t say it was a pleasurable experience, more like a regimented visit to some kind of facility.
Garden centres are about the only shops allowed to open now. Quite a few people have sent me this pic.
2022 and all that 