Hello my darling kitcheners...thank you for the many caring comments. I feel better than I did last evening. There's an egg shape lump on the side of my head and the left hip is sore and bruised. No real damage done. Thank goodness!
I've been sitting with M in the care home. She looked awfully pale and is still grieving for the friend that died about ten days ago. She wore her scarf...the one that she believes goes on regular walkabouts. Every so often she fusses with it and says thankyou. She tells me that she is "old and tired but feels better when I visit.' She is a lovely lady.
The fire alarm drill takes place every Tuesday. I sometimes think that, for some, it is the only highlight in a long day. However, the carers are truly kind and compassionate. What's more, the home is clean and tidy. At mealtimes a fresh tablecloth is laid. A runner down the middle of the table. Freshly laundered linen napkins for the use of. The food is also appetising. M hasn't much of an appetite at the moment. She tries to feed me her scone and wedge of orange. No matter, I already have my tea and scone...but she believes that I need feeding up.