1st July 2013

Today I called dads social worker again. I'v given up being polite, it hasn't worked so far. Then spent an hour trying to sort out Dad's repeat prescription and then the chemist to produce weekly blister packs. Get to Dad's at 10:40 and the carer's haven't been yet and he can't make his own breakfast (he can't carry the bowl and use his zimmer frame at the same time). Did him breakfast and a drink and THEN they turned up. I wouldn't mind but and hour and a half later they are turning up again to give him his lunch time medication. Mustn't grumble, it's not their fault, they just do the rounds they are given.

Spent all day cleaning Dad's house. Collected the girls, cooked dinner, went swimming, watered the plants, and now ironing. Bed soon!