Grandad's diahoerra has finally dried up!
Got the last load of washing today and there were a couple of suspect spots, but nothing more.
All washed and ironed and ready for Mum to come home.
Also next to nothing to clean up in his bathroom - just the usual old man misses.
AND he asked me to buy a sandwich today. Sounds minor (and I have to walk a mile to town and back - tcha!) but it means a lot. M&S salmon & cucumber in case you're wondering.
Mum was convinced it was caused by an overdose of laxatives - in fact he admitted that to her - but as the days went on I was worried that was a coincidence and in fact he had a real illness.
Now I know it really was what Mum thought and I can be quietly cross at all the washing, ironing and cleaning I've done. Except, really, I'm just so glad he didn't get properly ill on my watch
