Rainswept and Depressed

I have stripped the house of everything to be cleaned whilst dad is away and come across little hidden items. Socks in the nick-nack draw, biscuits hidden in a cup, jumper under the pillow but still not teeth.

We have not received funding for the second week running, it is pouring with rain, my aches and pains have all come back and I wish I wasn't here, and to top it all the dog has been sick on the settee.

I am worried that the matron who has agreed to take dad on will not wait for us and the room will be lost. I am so tired.