Wedgwood

Another of the establishments on the Canongate (part of the 'Royal Mile') that I pass on my way to my Monday evening class. Looks cozy, but maybe a bit formal for my taste.

Drumming was fun again tonight, a contrast to my morning visit to parents. Dad is still getting by, but my mum seems to be deteriorating badly. She is so weak and she pretty much refuses to eat - this of course makes her weaker; it's a terrible vicious circle. And she can hardly speak now. My dad wants to visit her twice a day, which will take too much out of him. I know what he's afraid of. The worst part of it, but one I'm resigned to, is that there's nothing more any of us can do.