As usual I visited dad today and we chewed the cud and put the world to right. He went to the day centre yesterday and moaned about it but plans to go again – so that’s a good sign. He also appears to be getting about more – but his weight is dropping rapidly.
It’s with a subject like this that gifs don’t work at all well. They represent dads struggle to get about in a comical way and make light of it whereas the still image of dads clothes rail at one end of the dining room offers a much more weighty and considered observation about what its like to get old and frail and have to begin to adapt ones home in all sorts of ad hoc ways to meet ones own needs.