The weather broke yesterday and I spent the afternoon packing up in preparation for leaving today. In the morning, Dad, Richard and I spoke on speakerphone to the solicitor about applying for probate on our behalf. Everything is taking much longer to deal with at the moment because of the virus.
We managed to make the most of Dad’s new table during the last of the fine weather. On Monday, Lena and Vikki from the local support group came over to talk about Dad’s needs. Occasional extra walks for Chloe, a Sunday newspaper (another neighbour already delivers them Monday to Saturday), a window cleaner and a door chain were all discussed.
On closer inspection, it turned out Dad already has a door chain. He just has to start using it. Scammers have been targeting local older people recently.
Bill also popped over to see Dad. It’s the first time they’ve met since the start of lockdown and took us up to the permitted limit of six people meeting outdoors. Bill is worried that the Edgefold Club (where he and Dad play snooker on Fridays) may not reopen. There are also doubts over Willersley Castle hotel (where Dad swims) being sold off. He’ll need to invent new ways to keep active.
On Tuesday, Steve and Sue came over with amazing scotch eggs made from eggs laid the same morning. We stuffed ourselves and hardly had room for dinner.
Steve is on the parish council, so Dad brought up a problem that’s been bothering him: the difficult stile into Lea Wood. He feels it’s an obstacle preventing him and other old people walking into Lea Wood.
2022 and all that 