The Millers

Forgot to mention yesterday that Angie had taken Luna over to visit her sister again for another day of walking in the wonderful pre-alpine area south-east of here and drenched in the sunshine. Relaxing knowing her other sister now back from holiday in Greece was visiting father, Sepp in hospital.

This morning, she should have waited to hear from another member of the family what was now going to happen with Sepp as he could possibly be told to leave the hospital in the coming days.

However, she knew nothing was going to be done, made some calls to the hospital in the morning and set off early, picking up a sister on the way and telling her half-brother Peter to be at a meeting with the social welfare people at the hospital (Peter has sole responsibility for Sepp's care). She also just managed to grab a doctor beforehand and try to get them to delay the decision to release him for a few days and ensure they formally wrote that he required further out-patient geriatric care.
It seems the social care people meeting worked and the application for a place in a rehabilitation spa unit has been put in by them. He may have to spend a week or two in a normal basic seniors home until a place is free. The rehab stays are usually around 4 weeks and if lucky in rather a nice hotel-like unit in countryside surroundings and all on the free NHS.

Sepp was in good form today and it seems all the mental problems are gone and now it's a case of getting him physically fit enough to sit, walk and be able to care for his basic needs by himself. Medically there are still all the issues of leukaemia to be sorted but they are of less concern. He can't possibly undertake anything until he is strong again.

So again alone today but at least had Luna to keep me company. We did two walks in the lovely warm weather. The Blip is of the evening walk as Farmer Sepp Müller drove his tractor and grass collector over the brow of a hill where the suckling beef herd of Farmer Walter Müller was grazing. There are quite a few Müllers in our village and all the ones I know are extremely nice, personable people. By the time Farmer Sepp Müller had finished mowing and collecting fresh grass to feed his dairy cows, Luna and I were on the track on the hill and waved as he passed us on his way home.

Rural life does have its compensations.
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