After a stubborn struggle the nurses managed to shave Dad this morning. He hadn't shaved in about 10 days so it was difficult, but we got there. His face looks a bit grey and Mum and i can't decide if that has come on today or was obscured by the beard. The rather traumatic shave is probably what prompted him to sleep until 3pm.
As he dozed off i was on the telephone to the travel agent rearranging someone's trip to Frankfurt and booking a new one to Zurich for someone else. I wrangled various other things and Mum got on with a few jobs while Dad slept.
Dad's brother, sister-in-law and Grandma are visiting and turned up mid-afternoon. It has been nice for Dad to see them all again and nice for them that although he doesn't make much sense when he speaks, he recognises everyone. It is especially nice to have Dad downstairs now as we could involve him in the evening together. He still makes the odd quick comment when he thinks Mum isn't listening. Dad has a plastic bottle on the bed next to him in case he needs the loo more urgently than expected. This evening we were all sitting around having tea and coffee after dinner and he started waving it around. When we asked why he said he was waiting for his flight. We were a bit surprised but played along and asked where he was going. He responded "Frankfurt!"
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