I am hot and knackered, but about to force out some weights and stretches before dinner. Motivated by my latest favourite YouTuber DanielJrStretch.
Found a nice dress in Me&Em (£275, guilt-free pot) but failed to find shoes. Sezane, Russell&Bromley, Zara, Pretty Ballerina, M&S - none delivered. They're out there somewhere, I have a couple of weeks. Walked over 10k steps though. DH bought us lunch (£9 a piece) in Farmer J on Marylebone High Street. Best. Salads. Ever. If they produce a cook book, I will buy it.
£20 in Sainsbury's - DS home, and requirement for iced tea, elderflower cordial, more of everything, suddenly soars.
Top news today though, is that the bastard social care panel finally decreed that DDad can have funding for long-term residential care AND we are going to be refunded for the cost of the additional week we've had to buy in the respite care home, to tide us over while the bastard panel havered over their decision. LA funding starts tomorrow, but Ddad has to remain where he is while the next step happens. We now have to wait for the placement person to identify suitable residential care homes with vacancies that can accept DDad at whatever rate the LA manages to negotiate. Turns out the prices that the homes advertise, AND the budget that the LA publishes, are just starting points for a negotiation.
Every day's a school day here. Have a good evening y'all.