It's quiet at home, Mum and Dad's home that is.
We potter about, sit and chat, sit and drink coffee, sit and wait. Wait to visit Dad that is, other family members are taking a turn this morning and Dad has asked for a break in between to have a little nap, so we are going in later on today.
It's strange here without him. Mum is tidying her kitchen, I have read magazines I haven't read for years, as I type I hear the vacuum cleaner start up again. We must have the tidiest, cleanest home ever at the moment. Recycling goes straight to the recycling bins outside the minute we finish with something, pots are washed as soon as we have used them. What we wore yesterday is already blowing on the washing line in the garden, tomorrows meals are planned out.
There's lots to do, but we concentrate on the basics of daily life, it's all you can do when your mind is half an hour up the motorway sat in a room watching over your Dad.
I'll join it later, and maybe even try and bring it home with me tonight.