Work was busy but not as noisy as usual. I managed to get a lot done, but it was great to escape at 4pm and head home with Keith. Not so good was a phone call from the care home to say that my Dad was declining fast and the carers had asked for a Marie Curie nurse to come in and see him. This was a shock, even though we have been preparing for the worst for a couple of weeks now.
I didn't fancy playing cards with Keith this evening, so we sat in the living room, and I caught an episode of Come Dine With Me. Sophie sat with me and finished her latest novel, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, which she's recommended to me. I'm so pleased that Sophie has discovered a passion for reading, and she tends to like novels that I wouldn't think of reading, so she can then talk about them to me.
We had a lovely dinner of chicken Kyiv with couscous and salad for dinner and then it was an evening of football, with Newcastle playing Marseille!
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