If
If - and it it is still a big iff - I will believe it only when it happens I am wheeled out to the ambulance on my way home next Monday as Social Services tell me, I have so much to do.
Clear out
A mountain of packing. My room is cluttered with boxes, tins, bottles, cases shopping bags and a walking aid, the window sills covered, seven month of muddle, all out of my reach.
Two walking sticks are hiding somewhere and I cannot lift a finger.
Once again it’s family to the rescue. Karen says she will do it all.
Brenda and Ivor also volunteered.
How fortunate I am.
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