Made it across with water with a borrowed i-pad reaching Belfast in the sun.
It’s been a gorgeous day. Earlier I was looking out of the kitchen window at stripes of White cloud across a still blue sky. Being that little bit further north, the days are a bit longer, giving the illusion of more time.
Ah, time. That’s what it all boils down to. I found a message on my mobile from the hospital, and called back. It was to find out how we are doing with our looking at nursing homes. I mentioned one I’d found online and asked if she knew it.
Have you visited it? I was asked.
I explained that I have cleared my diary so that I can spend several days East shortly.
In reply, and I should stress that this is a perfectly pleasant woman who was speaking to me, it was suggested the ward might want some decisions sooner than I was able to manage.
I was exasperated. Does the hospital not recognise that relatives have to juggle commitments and needs. I don’t think that it would benefit anyone if I have a breakdown. I sent emails requesting more detail about Mother’s exact care needs on Friday, and I’ve yet to receive a reply.