Best laid plans

With so many people around but for a limited time, i asked my Aunt to take Mum out for lunch today while they went to the shops, to give Mum a break. I assured them both that i could hold the fort here and put Grandma to work as necessary. Sadly this brilliant plan wasn't quite to be. Dad's GP called and suggested he would pop round as well as a community nurse. Mum felt she'd rather be present to see what each had to say, so only went to the shops much later in the end, well beyond lunchtime.
The doctor reassured us that the advice of the Macmillan system was correct. For a period early last week when Dad seemed to dip, there was a debate where the Macmillan advice had been to reduce Dad's steroids further but the specialist had advised increasing them. Mum wasn't sure who to believe. The doctor today confirmed our belief that the specialist did that in the hopes Dad would be restored significantly again with a higher dose. Sadly this hasn't happened so the next step will be the reduction again of Dad's steroids. The nurse seemed only to have came to introduce herself and enjoyed a cup of tea.
Dad slept in the afternoon while i kept on top of work email, my Uncle read the paper and Grandma leafed through some books. Mum and my Aunt returned home with a two-way baby radio which was promptly assembled and played with. Mum is worried that she won't hear if something happens in the night, now that Dad sleeps downstairs. So now, instead of complaining about Dad's snoring, she plans to go to bed eagerly listening for it.
We are getting used to nursing teams coming and going throughout the day. The morning session seems to be around 9am and the evening visit around 7pm. We have requested the evening visit happens earlier though as 7pm has proved to be the time we all get hungry. The nurses are all very friendly but Dad is still getting used to all these relative strangers messing with him. Some of them cope better with Dad's friendly resistance than others.