Toothy

One of those days. HH’s kindly carer spent the night here, for the third and, unfortunately, last time, and got His Nibs set up for the day before he left.  I woke at the crack of dawn and skulked in my room, knowing things were under control downstairs, in order to get some work under my belt before breakfast. After that, things got hectic, with the accountant needing information, man coming to dress HH’s ghastly bed sore, daughter determined to organize the shopping, the meals, the fridge and our lives and the computer tech working on HH’s computer (it was riddled with viruses, which had disabled the virus scan).  
 

Things quietened down slightly after lunch and peace has now settled on the house. Daughter has been assured that her efforts are greatly appreciated, HH has hopefully managed to get some work under his belt and I have caught up on some admin, but done precious little work. Ah well – how does it go, HarryJ, tomorrow is another day?