10th September 2013

I had a great morning at the craft and chat club. Did a bit of shopping after and headed home for a bit of cleaning. But I didn't get anything done at home.

The care home phoned, Dad wanted to speak to me. He wants to leave, hates it there, wants to go home. Says he's not afraid of death and he can look after himself. So that was my day ruined, mood plummeted and a huge black cloud is now hanging over my head. Sometimes I can handle him, today I can't.