I left in a cab about 3 after grabbing a sandwich to take with me but she didn't arrive back at the Home until 7.30 last night. I put my feet up in the Lavender Room, with my sour dough bread salad sanger (delicious)(no cake, Annie) settled down with the almost mine cat. Perfect hideout from Annie Joyce who was overjoyed her bestie was coming back and was shouting it into every room.
Perfect view of the latest resident escapee. She'd been past me 3 times to test the door and got very pissed every time I told her it was locked. I don't know which door she eventually found open but she was off like the roadrunner past the window followed by two carers. Boy she was fast, by the time they caught her she had one leg halfway up the fence. While they were checking the doors, she bolted again.
Mum said it was good to be back but she was absolutely exhausted. She was still exhausted today but at least she'd had a complete wash and her own pillow and several slaves attending.
They didn't wash her at the hospital, not even face and hands nor were there any wipes for her to use. She's supposed to go back and attend a clinic for a check-up but she's not leaving her bed for any reason, full stop, end of story.
And Doc Marvin, he was at her bedside 15 minutes after she arrived back. Checked all her medications, gave her loads of confidence which she needed. I don't care how much he charges, he's worth more.
I might have mentioned before how our family doesn't do kissing. My father had TB and was always conscious of how easily it's passed on even though he hadn't had it for 40 years. I made the mistake of kissing mum goodbye at the hospital so she spent all night waiting to die. Memo to self, keep calling her old bat and no kissing.
It'll take a few weeks but The Terminator will be baaack.
But I'm no Sarah Connor, I'm spending the weekend in bed.