Also this week I went with mum and dad when they took nan to the home that they have put her name down for. My nan is 93 and crippled with arthritis, but apart from that (and having a 93 year old memory) she's doing really well, but the time is coming where it's safer and better for her to have more care than mum and dad can give.
We knew of this place, but thought the waiting list would be long as it's so nice. However, when mum and dad went to have a look, it wasn't too bad and as the place was fab, they put her name down straight away.
Anyway, nan loved it, and really who couldn't when you look at the gardens.....
The place has cottages that were Alms Houses and a purpose built home surrounding a square. The home is lovely and clean and non-smelly, and to be honest I wouldn't mind living there. They even have a craft club!!! On the wall in the dining room are three huge hanging quilts that some of them have made as this year is the 300th anniversary of the first cottages being built. One part of one of them has an amazingly detailed view of the clockhouse.....
I did ask if I could put my name down for one of the cottages, but apparently you have to be 65 - and feeling it doesn't count!!
Nan will be having her respite care here later in the year when mum and dad go on holiday. There's just no way you can predict how long a wait she has before she moves here for good, but nan said she thinks she'll be really happy there. Plus as a bonus, she knows a couple of the women who live there already and a couple of the staff, as did mum and dad so it took an hour and a half to look around and have a cuppa!! Needless to say, I spent yesterday and today flat out on the sofa, but it was worth it to know that nan isn't so frightened by the thought of moving.
So there's just time to show what I've made for dad for Father's Day before my dinner's done (I got leftovers from mum and dad's dinner yesterday).
When we were children, dad used to play in a pipes and drums band and absolutely loved it. Lynne and I were less than impressed when he played his albums, but we should have been grateful that he played the drums and not the bagpipes (sorry Janette and other Scots, but it's just not for me). When the band broke up, dad got us to write to Jim'll fix it so he could play with one of the big bands!! Jim didn't.
Then dad set up another band and played for quite a few years and was very proud of what he did. So I thought I'd make him an album to put some of his favourite photos in.
Here he is in all his finery after playing at a Rembrance Service in 2000 - he had progressed to drum major by this time so had extra bits on his uniform. As far as I know we have no Scottish history.
There will probably be bunny shots on here next week, I can't wait to see them again!! Yeah and I guess I'm looking forward to seeing my family too lol!!