Dear you lovely lot, it is a glorious day. The care home visit was a mixed blessing. Our friend, who will never leave the care home, is wanting us to arrange for him to renew his long lapsed driving licence. We hung his new large painting on the wall of his new room. He lapsed into floods of tears. He'd also had a strange dream in which he saw his wife standing by the door with a pushchair and two infant boys. He has never had children with his present wife. They've been married well over forty years.
Greyduster I sympathise with you. The same thing happened with our much-loved, now deceased neighbour. He deteriorated rapidly from a fit, upright man, to a shadow of his former self...unable to feed himself or speak.
I have no news of Panache. When I do, I shall be back to share it with you.