Dad was pleased to see me today when I went over with his meds. He looked a bit scruffy - his hair is too long and his shirt was hanging out but otherwise he looked well with a smile that sort of welled up. In fact, he looked a bit like an elderly 'Just William'

They were just about ready to have lunch but he was convinced they weren't having any today. I wonder if his sense of smell has gone as well as the connection from his eyes to his brain. You could smell the lunch, you could see the preparations and the trolley with obviously hot serving containers, but he said: "I don't think we are getting any lunch today". When we had his eyes tested recently the optician said his cataracts were worse but he could still see quite reasonably. (The hospital told us not to bring him back anymore, they didn't want to do the cataracts). If he can see quite well it must be his brain that is not computing what he is seeing.

I didn't stay long as I am going back on Wednesday to deliver him to the doctors for the tests.

We went up to London last night to Ronnie Scott's and had a great time. The blues music was brilliant and the food was good too. We had the best table, about a yard from the stage!

They are doing another show at the end of the month with Jack Bruce (Cream) doing a guest spot.