Sleepy Holly... aww

Had a morning of sorting things and speaking to Social Services. They couldn't get my dad into the local care home we were hoping for (was kinda expecting that), so they were having to trawl around the district trying to find an alternative place. Felt massively on edge waiting to hear from them.

Norm came down for me and I headed back to my home in the afternoon. My brother texted to me to say that the hospital had been in touch and they'd got my dad a place somewhere in Rotherham (no idea why the hospital informed us and not Social Services... but to be honest, I am past understanding how any of these organisations work or communicate, I'm not sure they do!) The place wasn't ideal but it seems beggars can't be choosers. They also couldn't get transport to take him so my mum and brother had to pick him from the hospital and take him there.

Anyway, my brother said it was a nice place and my dad's got his own ensuite room and it is a specialist home for dementia sufferers. Fingers crossed he will settle.

I'm having a weekend at home and will head back down again next week.