Nine Feet Underground

It's Friday, it's five to five, and it's Crackerjack! Wrong on all counts, but for some reason, it popped into my head and so, here it is.  It won't mean much to most of you, but, hey, it keeps me amused. Little things... It's obviously a working day, but I really didn't want to begin with that. Whilst the first main carers of the day were here NRS called to say they thought the engineer wouldn't be able to make the agreed time when the carers return for the lunch call. I politely explained that we do indeed know how the air mattress works and yes we are sure that some of the cells are punctured and no, we can't accept a delay because E is developing sore skin, which is already red, where she rests on the punctured cells. I think this convinced her. The engineer arrived a bit late, but at least while the carers were still here. E was already in her chair and the air cells were exposed (steady!) ready for him to check. Strangely, he initially trotted out ...

I awoke in the midst of a crazy dream, not exactly a nightmare but faintly disorienting.  I was in Germany, staying at a hotel there. I don't remember what preceded this but it was time to return home, friends were going to take me to the airport but I had to pick up bags and checkout quickly as we had to leave in 5 minutes. When I went to return to my room, I had great difficulty getting there as all the lifts and escalators had been changed, both in terms of direction but also in terms of the floors they reached. By some circuitous and perilous route I got to my room, or rather where my room had been, only now it was a dining room. People eating, drinking, laughing. I was trying to find someone who could explain what had happened and, more to the point, where my stuff was. That's when I woke up. Strange. The rest of the morning passed without incident: breakfast, music summary written, yoga, then clearing up what remained from breakfast and last night's dinner. Had to...