Family

Today I visit my old hubby at the nursing home. Poor old darling. I must content myself with knowing he is safe and well looked after. It is strange though having been his carer for four years. Now I have no say in his care. I can only visit and remember the old days when we were together.

Thankfully, he always knows who I am, but genially enquires after people long gone – I haven’t the heart to remind him that they are no longer with us.

I return from there but not to en empty house for I have my little dog running to welcome me home. Thank heaven I have him.

Oh well – on with the day.