I’ve been up for 2.5 hours and I’m still not dressed. I’m trying to put off the day because I’m really not looking forward to the end of it. I’ve got 5 dogs to walk, which is a quiet day, but it’s bitterly cold out. I don’t mind that; as Ranulph Fiennes said
“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing”Once I’ve walked the dogs I have to go to Yorkshire for a funeral and I’ll be trapped in a car with my senile Father in Law for 7 hours (wordpress.com/The Dementia Diary)
That’s made worse by knowing that tomorrow morning we have to get him ready, to a deadline, for a funeral, take him to three separate venues for the various events and then have that huge drive home again.