Many apologies for the lack of comments over the past week. I'm having problems with my parents again - my dad has been in hospital since Monday. He's doing ok and shouldn't be in for too long. For the first few days I stayed at their house - my mother can't be left alone - but now we've brought her back to ours. I feel so sorry for them but I'm ashamed to say I've also been feeling sorry for myself and hubby lately. It seems that every time my husband books any time off from work something like this happens. We were so looking forward to last week. We hadn't dared book a holiday away but just planned on a couple of days out and an attempt to get our garden back to some sort of order. The Friday before, my mother had a bit of a fall and badly scraped her leg. But we breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out to be nothing serious and embarked on plans for our week. Inevitably, the phone call came Monday morning - the doctor thought my father should go to hospital for a few days. My husband had popped out to the shops. When he returned I had to tell him the holiday was over before it had begun. Today he's returned to work and has no more holiday left for this year. And I feel as if I'm being pulled in a hundred directions at once.
Ok, no more whining - I know how fortunate I am to still have both my parents who are both well over 90. And as long as I still get to at least spend some time here - my light in dark places where I can forget the harsh realities of life for a while - then I'm happy:)
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