Men-o-respite; Time Out

I write this post to you from THE HUTCH!!! I was finally able to return on Wednesday. Mac2 arrived in Edinburgh the previous Saturday (after driving all the way from London; eight hours plus an hour to lunch and rest at Mac3's place in Nottingham). Sunday she observed the process for father's basic cares, learned some of the routine and systems set in place for those cares, and asked her questions. On Monday, ostensibly, she was to 'fly solo'. That didn't entirely work out, as she has also to fit in her work hours, so I needed to cover a few things until she settled in. Tuesday was a little more her than me. Wednesday, I just had to leave her to it.

Father was looking a little shell-shocked as I said goodbye; he and I have had our stoushes, but we have rubbed along pretty well this past two months. And we have a rhythm that keeps us both right. Now he has to learn a whole new energy and will likely have a few things that Mac2 will want to do differently - just because she can. I reassured him I would return at the end of the month.

Here I am, then, back in my own wee home. It is still standing. Still bright and cosy. Still calm and restful. Gosh, how I've missed it. Those views. The peace and quiet. My bed. (Oh, my bed - and these first few days back I have spent much time in it!) Only myself to answer to.

Let me share a few views from the archives to remind you of it also (or show, if you haven't seen them before).