Dad's been pleading for us to take him to Chinatown which would be a trip and a half! So we compromised and went to the fish restaurant a short bus-ride away. Dad managed to walk to the busstop and then when we arrived, walked from the busstop to the restaurant. He needed to pause a few times and we had to support him under his right arm as he used his left hand with his walking stick, but he did well. I guess more than anything, it's just getting out of the flat which is the key achievement.
We have a different carer come in on the weekends. She's also from Nigeria and is very placid, taking her time with dad so he doesn't feel rushed.
Today, dad started to use cook lunch for himself. Dangerous! Cooking one handed and unbalanced with a gas fire and a wok full of hot oil...and as his tastebuds have gone to pot, he throws in loads of stockcubes into everything. I have to nag at him and shout at him and runaround after him. But of course, I should be more patient and try to enjoy the time I have with him. Everytime I shout at him, dad sits down in his seat, grabs his yellow clipboard and writes everything down in Chinese...
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