Today, I have mostly been sweating and watching really trashy TV.
Oh and looking after Grandad.
He called before I was up & dressed - he cut himself shaving and it wouldn't stop bleeding.
I had to go round, staunch the flow, clean up the kitchen, bathroom and living room of blood spots, change his shirt, then go buy him lunch (which was always planned) and plasters. All the while soothing him that it was indeed a terrible thing to happen to him, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
Then I had a visit from my CPM this afternoon.
So you know what? If I decided to watch The Hills from 14.00 to see skinny LA girls who create their own drama, I think I can be excused.
ETA - Grandad is fine. Paper thin skin does bleed & bleed, but it was more fright then anything and I was glad to be able to help. Checked on him three times - the last time after his carer had put him into his pyjamas.
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