Told V I was going to be away for two nights at the end of this week - went down like a lead balloon - tears , cries of desertion and "you won't come back " etc etc . Pointed out as gently as possible that since the diagnosis of this illness I had prepared and washed up some 2000 meals , had washed and dressed her and put her to bed over 1400 times had sorted some 300 loads of washing- had got up in the middle of the night more times than I could remember this morning being one of them ( another 3.30 start )etc etc and although none of this was her fault I needed a bit of break . Actually after looking at the figures I needed a large brandy but 10 am is a bit early ! Instead thought that really I could do with a month off but two nights will have to do .Gosh its exhausting isn't it - must now prepare copious lists for carers and speak sternly to the cat and tell it it mustn't do its usual trick of hiding upstairs at bed time .Carers will not find it in the slightest bit amusing .
In nervous anticipation of what lies ahead - Georgpa