Today was a fecking crap one and i am now struggling to be honest. I am one of five siblings (posted about him before).
Anyway, today I get over to his place and he is in bed (1pm) to go food shopping. Eventually I get him up (after him refusing having a strop etc) and get him bathed etc and off we go.
Dad has got it into his head lately that he was a singer (it actually was my dm who was the singer, she sang in local pubs etc). I drove him to the local supermarket and he fecking sang all the way through it, until I said "for fecks sake I cannot concentrate on the food shop with you singing in my fecking ear".
He lives in sheltered accom, so once we got back and I took him down to the garden he fecking carried on singing. The other residents were there and I must admit most are fine but some get pretty pissed of with him (and I dont blame them).
Im just fecked of tonight simple as that. :)
NO he is not ready for a care home.