The osmosis plan is not working. Dad keeps picking the towels up and hangs them on the radiators. New Plan: Buy a sheet of heavy grade plastic and put under the beds and then staple it up the sides. It will save on the washing (four loads again yesterday) and all the ironing.
Today we are taking sugar in tea. 40 years of no sugar has gone by the board. He insists he has always taken sugar. Last week when one of the carers offered him a cup of tea he said in his quaintly polite voice “Is that with lemon?”. I nearly fell about. My dad grew up a in rough and ready household, he would climb over the walls of the naval prison to run errands for the inmates: post letters, place bets that sort of thing. He even took out washing for his mum to do. Lemon in his tea was never an option. Where did that come from?
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