The term 'grumpy old man' fits the bill today. Dad finally got up at 11.00 after much cohersion, a battered and messy bed and piddle all over the floor. But, the osmosis protection plan worked!
Result. I have to separate the washing - I can't bring myself to put tea-towels on with wet sheets or our clothes. Four washes later (and drying) we are all done. Last night dad wanted the imaginary man who was sitting next to him on the settee, go up to bed at the same time. I am too tired to think of any more today.
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