I’m at relatives which is close to the hospital. Back in a bedroom I have many happy memories of when staying here in summers as a child over forty years ago with very comfortable bed and the same furniture.
DD gone home to her house. I did go home but realised it wasn’t the right thing to do, they offered me to continue to stay so I came back.
i think once Monday arrives and is a working day things will change with regard to what’s happening ongoing. I’ll also have access to someone who is going to help me with sorting the going home side of things. I just want to sleep when he sleeps and be there for him when he needs me.
Hardly got a word out of him today other than practical conversations about tablet taking and food etc. keep trying to think of nice conversations to have but I just wittered about driving in the fog and general crap. I feel like I’m in a fog peering in on someone else’s life.
realised today I am focused on the here and now whilst ploughing through home files I’ve brought with me and found out I have a teeny small pension possibly coming my way I didn’t know about and then relative gently asked had I thought about funeral directors. Errrr no, my brains skipping that bit, should I be? Not sure I want to think about that tbh and I’ve never had to organise one before.
I’d rather sort the council tax, the insurance and all the bills than plan that, I’m rather hoping the children will do it and I can just turn up, something quick, but I think there will be a large number wanting to attend.