E. went to see dad today and said she didn't like the communal areas but his bedroom was nice.

She had made a collage of photos to hang on the wall. I tried to dismantle the beds ready to throw out. We will buy a new single to replace the twin beds.

I have developed an awful rash which I can't get rid of with anti-histomine and calomine lotion. I think it might be stress related as I have had such things before but I am not so painful now.

We arrived at Sparrows (It definitely doesn't qualify for something balletic like Swallows). A good sign, as we drove up, was the carpet cleaning outfit. The place smelled nice.

Dad was fast asleep in the sitting room but he was wearing his outdoor coat! We trundled up to the top floor with the pouffe (the only bit of recognisable furniture that will fit) a pot of hyacinths that smelled heavenly. I wrote name tags, again, and noticed that there were only three pairs of pants left. We had several half hearted conversations and then I noticed ....someone has lost their glasses because dad has them on...This will be the third pair.

As we drove away we both sighed with relief. Everything is going to be OK.

Dad has arrived and settled in. We will leave him until tomorrow so that he makes an effort.

I should feel happy or relieved but I am too tired to feel anything. I think if the weather were better we would revive but it is so depressing.

Occasionally I get comments left on this site but I can't open them they come up as little boxes, does anyone know how this works?

I might take a look at some short breaks in the sun.

Finally got to see dad again at the respite home and reminded him that he is moving tomorrow.

He just nodded and went back to sleep.

I had cancelled his medication but reinstated it again today for a further two weeks.

Went to the National Theatre on Saturday to see an Alan Bennett play. It was a wonderful experience with witty dialogue. The subject matter was less appealing but very funny.

I had to spend the next day in bed, sleeping, to get over it all.

An outreach worker is going to collect dad and deliver him to Hove. We have written to all our relatives and some of his friends explaining what is happening and ask them to remember him with cards, postcards etc. He knows who everyone is and it will keep him aware, perhaps.

Dad is still in quarantine and unlikely to move until Tuesday and then only if the Hookstead has been free of D&V for 72 hours.

Went to C'borough again to deliver meds. The D & V is still taking victims so there is no change of dad getting out for the next few days nor can we get in.

Friday: Dad succumbed to the D&V. Everyone on his floor has it now. Apparently, the three men ate breakfast as normal and then a few minutes later they all dee'd and vee'd.

I didn't have a good day either but had to go to Brighton to personalise dad's room ready for when he gets there. Forgot the pouffe but took photos ( all labelled). Then drove to telscombe with an old photo of dad in his army kilt when he was about 20. A photographer will reproduce the pic and tidy it up then we can frame it to match one of Mum at the same age. Drove home like a zombie and forgot to put the car into park as I tried to get out. Wondered why it was running backwards.

Just got it sorted as it was inches from the car parked behind. The poor bloke who owned the one behind looked horrified. I was horrified and not safe to be on the road. Went home and went to bed. Not a good day.