2010 — 26 July: Monday
A grey and pleasantly cooler start to what will no doubt end up feeling like a very long day. It's 08:20 and the immediate tasks include a cuppa, some breakfast, and a packed lunch for my charabanc outing back up to Wombourne. Traffic and weather were both looking OK when I checked last night.
The plan is to meet up with John and Claire at about 13:00 — there's a service engineer from British Gas due then to give the boiler a checkup (though it's only a few years older than my new one). And our solicitor is due to show up at 15:00 to talk to dear Mama at which point we shall doubtless see if we (the brothers) can set in motion the Power of Attorney we will need to make things a lot easier on the ol' dear as we upheave her out of the house she's lived in since 1977 and down into the care home we've opted for in Winklechestershire. She has repeatedly said that "when the time comes" she wants "John and David" to look after her. Well, that means we must make her decisions for her. And, as it always does, "the time has come".
As you can see here...
... she has metamorphosed into the typical little ol' lady. Compare and contrast this shot which I took in April 2006.
They would, wouldn't they?
The White House appears to disapprove ("condemns") the leaking of top secret1 Afghanistan-related documents to Wikileaks. Gosh, I'm shocked, I tell you, shocked to learn that not only is the Pope of the Catholic faith but that arboreal ursines carry toilet paper with them.
Time (10:01) I wasn't here as I once again now need to be there instead. A chap has to be somewhere, after all.