I'm pretty sure I mentioned that we bought a new bed earlier this year.
Two and GGF inherited our old (less than two years old!) bed and mattress (which was a bit older).
I love love love love love our new bed.
I love its king sizedeness. I love that Himself and I can sleep together yet apart. I'm not overly loving that Tom STILL sleeps on my pillow (actually, he sleeps on me!). But at least there is room to share.
And I love the new furniture we bought to go with the new bed (seeing as the old(ish) furniture went with the old bed to Two's place). The bedside tables match the dressing table.
Sheba, by the way, makes good use of any small patch of sun!
Today I spent with mother - took her to the doctor, was there when the aged care assessor came and then took her to see Dad. Dad wasn't having a good day. He was tired and this was reflected in his speech. I tried to negotiate biscuits for Dad with his morning/afternoon tea. He's managed to get some against the rules and I wanted a definitive decision - and for the speech pathologists to realise that when he gets home he will eat biscuits! We have reached a compromise whereby if I or Dr Teacher or Other Brother are there he can have a biscuit and dunk it in his tea!
The aged care assessment hasn't changed the level of care but we now have paperwork which will enable us to list mum and dad for low level residential care as a back up plan ... well we will when Dad gets assessed. The most important thing is that we keep mum and dad together hence the need to list them together with matching paperwork.
So much information over the past few weeks and so, so, so much conflicting information.
Diet and exercise ....
well ....
not really ...
but I keep turning up to my weight watchers meetings and hopping on the scales. Soon it will all fall back into place.
And now I will read my book (Bill Bryson "At Home" - fabulous book) and toddle off to snuggle down in my gloriously comfortable bed.
Cya
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