Our worries continue with dad on the verge of being expelled from his care home. Apart from hiding in the bushes and throwing the staff into a state of panic, wondering where he's got to, ringing the front doorbell and running away, and raiding the kitchen for whisky and cooking sherry while nobody's looking, he's an extremely angry old man who has just not settled. This may sound amusing, but it's extremely upsetting and stressful for the staff and, of course, the family.
The police were almost called yesterday when he tried to run away again, and it looks like we are heading for hospital admission again.
I'll visit this afternoon and see where we are, but desperately in need of your prayers. Blog readers will be aware that there has been enough stress, personally, this last week. I can take so much, but there comes a time when I'm ready to despair.