There are times when this place feels like Grand Central Railway Station. This week access is blocked to our homes while they concrete the guttering. It is a real pain as we need to park around the corner. I did this on Sunday but by the next day had lost my car keys, luckily I have the spare.
I am dealing (still) with the insurance company relating to the earthquakes (4 and a half years ago). This is so we can get on and do the repairs needed as well as some slight alterations. This will put in an en-suite bathroom for George. I will really be happy when that happens.
One day this week I had round: two caregivers, one health nurse, one builder and one electrician. Timing these things can be a nightmare. I have something similar today.
This week George has seemed to be more confused and it has taken the caregivers quite a lot of time to shower him. If you ask him about a part of his body he is likely to point to a very different part. I am well aware that when the repairs etc are being done George will need to go into a rest home and there is every likelihood that he may become institutionalized. All I can do is play it by air.