This anxiety lark is wearing. I have a carer twice a week. I know the carer but I still get anxious. Have I got the clothes ready, in the right order. Have I taken all my pills. Is my bladder empty. Just stupid.
So she came. I am washed and moisturised and dressed. And totally exhausted. Stupid.
The DP was away to do the shopping. He prefers shopping to having it delivered. His choice. Gives him a break from me!
This cat keeps coming back. Very nervy and suspicious of people. Well we two.
Persuaded the DP to give it some Tuna. Which he did. When he came back from shopping there were some cat food sachets.... It has had one.
In the afternoon we went to the surgery. The DP had to have blood taken for testing for his Prostate cancer levels. Then we went to the Prom.
Cold again. Short walk.
The Gull Gang masses of them.
My friend is home from hospital. She has to keep a dietary diary to establish what causes her bowel to object and become infected. Scary. Just glad she is home.
Looks as if we are heading for a national lockdown. So depressing. But if it works all good.