Silver Linings in Care Home Quest

A day of silver linings as we search for Mother’s new home.

Firstly, we were at the hospital when a nurse from the tissue viabilty team came around, so we know Mother’s latest pressure sore is granulating nicely.

Secondly, we went to see a care home with nursing that we liked, though the location makes my heart sink.

Thirdly, I cooked us omelettes for lunch with our fresh eggs and vegetables, then peaches and melon for pud. Yum!

Fourthly, Not Cat is increasingly comfortable with and welcoming to Aunt.

Fifthly, we went to Ely to look at at another home and the skyline was magnificent, and the colours magical. We rejected the home as not suitable for Mother, but the staff were a delight.

Sixthly, our good family friend has promised to take aunt to visit Mother while I am working next week, and on a course the week after.

Peep-bo!

Seventhly, I’ve just made a mean ratatouille for tomorrow. Continue reading

On a Lighter Note

If you look at this photo of the pretty Not Cat, you can see a large lozenge wrapped in clingfilm hanging from his collar.

It may look like a small lump of cannabis, but it’s not.

Let me explain.

A couple of weeks ago, on one of the hottest days of the year, Not Cat went missing at mother’s for five hours. Mother wasn’t too well, and it was a while before I realised he wasn’t in the flat.

Usually, he doesn’t stray far and rushes back to me with lots of miaowing when I call.

I searched for him around the garden. I became convinced he had been shut in a shed or garage.

I went round all the neighbouring cottages. People were kind and concerned, checking their sheds for me, but they hadn’t seen him.

I set myself a deadline by when I would leave. It got closer.

No Not Cat.

One of the residents assured me she would take care of him when he turned up. With no little ginger corpse in the road, and notes through all the doors of houses where no one had been at home, there was no reason to fear the worst.

But of course I did. Continue reading