Autumn Leaves

It was a dull Autumn day.  Not cold (16 deg C) but just grey, and a day that feels like it didn't want to get out of it's PJs and have a duvet day.

On the caring front infection sludge blocked the catheter tube and Mr T got in a state and somehow at 01:00 had a code red that escaped (I will leave that up to your imagination), so clothing and bedding off, clean up human and bed, remake bed and sort out the catheter.  

Adding these events to my journal is quite handy as it feels better to share it, and thank you for not minding.

Dad was here this morning and as requested bought his pukka saw to chop up some old chairs and a table, and also to help me change door hinges and handles.  The hinges are so well painted not much is going to budge those so they will stay painted, but we managed to do one handle.  It was a nice bit of father daughter time, but as we were upstairs Mr T wasn't on his own.