From the slip

A beautiful start to the day. Chilly but lovely and bright. 
No sign of John again this morning. He always used to be up before 7am and now it's usually about 10. I hate going in to check he's okay. He always is, thank goodness, just sleeping a lot more these days. I went back to see him later and he'd slipped and fallen while out feeding the birds. The care team are hoping to get a grab rail put in but there is bit of a waiting list. 
We sat together in his conservatory and watched the gold finches feeding on the niger seeds. He was just like his old self again.