What a lovely bunch of caring folk we have to share our good, sad and indifferent days with. You are a joy.
Mr Soop is sleeping. When he awakes, I shall pass on All your kind and caring messages.
He has barely moved from his favourite chair for any longer than it takes to have a bathroom break. His temperature is lower than it was yesterday morning. He finds it difficult to swallow as his throat is extremely sore. Thankfully, "the shakes" and wobbly walking has subsided. I was afraid that he might take a tumble. I would not be able to lift him and would most certainly panic. He has no appetite. I am doing my utmost to persuade him to increase his fluid intake. He can, at times, be a tad stubborn.
I need to be firm...or else.
A friend in the village will be dropping by with the daily paper. I no longer have the confidence to drive the car. A smaller, automatic would be ideal should Mr Soop elect to change motors.
Sweetie Pie (feral cat) is lolling on his tartan rug in the utility room. He has feasted on four pouches of "quality" cat food together with a bowl of biscuits. Not a bad start to the day. 