I have got rid of the stuff, mostly, around the staires, but still have some furniture to move, so almost ready for the decorators to return for the next time.
On Sunday I did pop to visit Auntie Joyce. Spoke to Brenda and she had persuaded Nick not to do the trip, which I agreed with. He is not coping at all. His work have been great, but even that hasn't been the answer, although it has helped him. At least he is admitting he can't cope with life, so that's positive. Brenda is busy at work, and coping with Nick, plus being taxi driver to the 3 younger boys! So, I left here at just before 9am, having taken Jiffy for an early walk, and stopped for lunch and eventually got there at about 2.15pm. The nurse said she is actually doing OK, and they hope to discharge her home sometime this week. I stayed about 2 hours, and headed back home. Stopping for tea, and getting stuck in traffic, I eventually made it hope about 10.30pm. Jiffy had been a good boy, and "kept his legs crossed".
Poor boy, especially as yesterday the weather was horric, so another day without a real walk again. I was shattered all day, but an early night and a later start today have helped me to feel more human again.
In a minute I am off to the solicitors to "swear" the probate on dad's will. Then back to work again this afternoon.
Work tomorrow, but then an extra day off to start sorting things out (ha, ha). So hopefully I shall get some photos sorted and up, and get comments answered.
Sorry - will try to be a better friend soon, I promise (fingers crossed)