On Saturday morning, Dad, Nadia and myself went to a children's book launch at Waterstones, George Street, where the author, (one of Dad's customers, as he published the first book, The Peerie Monster and the Coloured Crocodile.....), was doing a reading from her second Peerie monster book, and signing copies. The Peerie monster is her cute dog, which I think is a Llaso Apso, or a Shitzu, called Peerie, which means small in Shetland. The author's name is Nyssa Pinkerton and you can follow the Peerie monster on Twitter by clicking here.
After that was finished, we popped back to Lennox Street as Dad had to collect his wallet, and Sarah was able to join us when we went to visit Mum. (Sarah had enjoyed a real teenage lie in;))
Mum was sitting up in her reclining chair, so Dad started to help Mum with her lunch, but then I offered to take over so that he could enjoy his lunch. Lunch being yummy blended mushroom soup, followed by main course of two slices of ham, baked beans and for Mum, instant mashed potatoes, which I had a wee taste of and I thought had a horrible taste, ( and I am not a fussy eater), but Mum said that it was fine, (Dad and I had chips instead of the supposed mashed tatties), followed by chocolate mousse.
The end result was that by the time lunch was over, Dad had fallen asleep lying on Mum's bed and Mum was dozing off in her recliner.
When they were taking away all the dirty plates, cutlery, etc. a man appeared who is the waiter/host. He informed me that he has to serve up the food that is delivered from the main kitchen, and then after each meal, he has to go around each resident, asking how much was eaten, and making a note of any likes and dislikes, so that he can build up a ' food profile' for each resident. ( I am calling it a food profile, I don't know what they call it, but I was impressed by this role, as it is rather important. I wouldn't want to be given food that I didn't like!). This is quite a new job that has been created, and if it is to benefit the residents, then good on you BUPA.
Once Dad awoke, he said that we would have to go, as he needed to go home and sleep, so we all said bye to dear mum. And I left her listening to Bach on her CD player.
When we returned to Lennox Street, Nadia had gone out for the afternoon, (James had gone away up to their church's Perth house on Friday, for the weekend, to spend time with the teenagers there), so Dad went for a sleep, and Sarah got on with some homework. I pottered about for a bit, then made kedgeree for our evening meal, keeping the fish stock for Dad's helping, so that it was extra moist for him. This was followed by fruity yogurts, which Dad finds much easier to eat.
Then on Sunday morning, Dad and myself went to church, and afterwards, I went onto visit Mum, who was in great form. Mum was sitting in her recliner chair, so I gave her a milky coffee, and later, trimmed her left hand nails, followed by a hand massage. Mum always seems to need to be grasping something with her left hand, and at one point, I was going close to her face with mine, and saying how much I loved her and what amazing blue eyes she has, and before I knew it, she had grabbed my hair and what a grip she had. I couldn't manage to loosen her grip and she thought that it was really funny. Every now and again, I called for help from the staff, and eventually this lovely Indian lady, Regina came to my rescue. I then gave her a wee grey beany teddy to grasp onto, that Sarah and myself had given her years ago.
Later, Morag, the unit manager, came into Mum's room, and told me that she had managed to give Mum a bath earlier, ( rubbing a lot of dry skin off from Mum's feet, and other body parts), which Mum had really enjoyed, until Morag washed her hair. Mum was not at all happy about that bit! This was the first bath that Mum has had for over three and a half years, so I was delighted to hear this.
I then had to leave Mum, as I wanted to make some pepper soup for Dad before we left to return to Aberdeen. Dad was playing his online curling when I returned, but we ate the soup together before Sarah and myself departed.
Later, Morag, the unit manager, came into Mum's room, and told me that she had managed to give Mum a bath earlier, ( rubbing a lot of dry skin off from Mum's feet, and other body parts), which Mum had really enjoyed, until Morag washed her hair. Mum was not at all happy about that bit! This was the first bath that Mum has had for over three and a half years, so I was delighted to hear this.
I then had to leave Mum, as I wanted to make some pepper soup for Dad before we left to return to Aberdeen. Dad was playing his online curling when I returned, but we ate the soup together before Sarah and myself departed.
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