Just hanging about...

I had an uneventful shift at work and left at 2pm to go home with Keith, who'd been using the car. He told me that the road from Holcot up to the A43 was closed and he'd had to go through Moulton. That didn't sound like good news, and when we reached the roundabout, a closed sign stopped any traffic from going to Holcot.

We were forced to go along the A43 and were held up in traffic for the next half hour because of roadworks. I said to Keith I was going to start checking the travel before I left, because if I'd known, we would have driven home via Brixworth. We had no choice but to sit in traffic and stare out at the sodden countryside. Large areas next to the road looked scruffy and unkempt, and we wondered who was responsible for the trees and bushes. Luckily, we were able to turn off at Hannington and we arrived home just before 3pm, an hour to do a twenty-minute journey!

As soon as we got home, we went back out again to see my parents. Dad was lying in bed with Mum sitting next to him, and he didn't look good, I have to admit. We went next door to the living room, and I was delighted to see that my Mum (or one of the carers) had put her new throw over the sofa and arranged the cushions on it, so it looked lovely. We sat and chatted for an hour, reminiscing about the old days, and I tentatively asked her about a funeral, if the worst should happen.

Before I left, we went to see Dad again, and two carers were giving him sips of tea. He knew I was there and tried to say something, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I kissed both my parents goodbye and went to rejoin Keith, who had been sitting in the car waiting for me.

Tonight, Keith was in charge of dinner, a meaty cottage pie, and Sophie and I sat in the living room with a bottle of Californian Pinot Noir and The Vicar of Dibley. Bliss!