Spending time with Ken and Janet
Up fairly early this morning, I made breakfast and we had a spot of pottering about in the garden, which was immensely good fun.
Then off to see Janet and Ken. Met Janet's pal Sonia there, and then Spent some of the afternoon and evening with them. Janet had been up this morning, but was back in bed. A hospital style bed had been delivered, which can raise up and down. Lorraine and I chatting with them, and running various errands. Later Lorraine made food for Ken, and I emptied Ken's pee bag, which was a new experience. Ken chatting quite a bit, although asking us the same thing over and over. But he is still full of surprises, and his ability to remember songs and foreign languages is undiminished. He sang old music hall songs, including a song called, I discovered today with google, She was a sweet little dicky bird which concludes with the lines 'We parted on fighting terms/ she was one of the early birds/and I was one of the worms." Also he sang a song called Isabella in Norwegian, to the tune of Daisy, Daisy.
An evening carer was due at eight, but did not turn up till somewhat later. It transpires they are launched at eight from another part of town, but must find their way to the venue. L and I left at nine, and went to the Hove Giggling Squid for a bite to eat afterwards and some wine, and then hopped on a bus home, fairly tired.
Ken tucking into a fish pie.
Then off to see Janet and Ken. Met Janet's pal Sonia there, and then Spent some of the afternoon and evening with them. Janet had been up this morning, but was back in bed. A hospital style bed had been delivered, which can raise up and down. Lorraine and I chatting with them, and running various errands. Later Lorraine made food for Ken, and I emptied Ken's pee bag, which was a new experience. Ken chatting quite a bit, although asking us the same thing over and over. But he is still full of surprises, and his ability to remember songs and foreign languages is undiminished. He sang old music hall songs, including a song called, I discovered today with google, She was a sweet little dicky bird which concludes with the lines 'We parted on fighting terms/ she was one of the early birds/and I was one of the worms." Also he sang a song called Isabella in Norwegian, to the tune of Daisy, Daisy.
An evening carer was due at eight, but did not turn up till somewhat later. It transpires they are launched at eight from another part of town, but must find their way to the venue. L and I left at nine, and went to the Hove Giggling Squid for a bite to eat afterwards and some wine, and then hopped on a bus home, fairly tired.
Ken tucking into a fish pie.
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