Saturday lunchtime

After the success of the Matron's visit M. and I did a runner. I rang the agency and insisted that they send two specific carers for Friday night and Saturday morning as I was leaving dad on his own overnight. We went to my sister's house in Brighton (she is in Istanbul) and after a few hours relaxing with a nice ready made dinner, a bottle of wine we three, my daughter included, got changed into some loud clothing and caught a bus (they pick up other people which wasn't quite to our taste) and headed into town for a night out with friends. We had tickets for the back row of the royal circle at the Theatre Royal to see The Rocky Horror Show. Brilliant seats, fantastic atmosphere and riotous show. We had a ball. We had cocktails in a nearby bar before the show and watched the entertainment of Brighton dressed to kill in corsets and suspenders with feather boas everywhere. It was such fun and the second time I had seen it but each reincarnation brings different sets, different, actors and a whole new experience. Afterwards we headed to Brown's Bar to finish off another bottle of wine before heading home in a brand new black BMW convertible with red leather seats. We put the hood down and waved our way through the streets with everyone waving back. Great night.

We returned home Saturday morning to find dad still sitting on the settee where we had left him and he had been there all night. The carer changed his pad but he refused a shower. They can't force him. Otherwise all well.