Poor old Ted, Ed's dad had a fall on the 3rd Jan. Didn't tell us until 36hrs later.. when Ed took him to A&E for an xray. 8hours later they saw him and said he'd slightly cracked a rib.
Then Ted decided that he didn't want to eat or drink anymore and refused to get out of bed until about 4pm, telling Ed to *off etc. Lots of heartache, getting doctors and carers involved, the latter he sacked after 4 days because he resented being made to get out of bed at noon!! A couple weeks later he's doing a little better but still rarely eating properly (we've left a ton of nibbles as well as meals), but boy, what a couple weeks that was with the worlds worst patient! A lot of it was put on though because when I went, he was back to normal, fairly chirpy and chatty. The moment I left apparently he reverted back. I guess he feels more like he can be himself with his son!
Anyway, Lucy here on the wall opposite the church. She loves it there, sometimes disappearing over it into the university gardens and sometimes if I am around, shouting for a lift down when she's had enough. She's been in a lot with the cold weather, chasing any rare sunny spots in the house and warming up. Still, not too long before things get a little better weather wise, hopefully :-)
