This week we have had a visit from Ron's father and brother. Coming over from England meant that they stayed a few days. It was a change for Ron but non whatsoever for me. I still barrowed the logs in from the wood pile. I still laid and fed the fire and brought baskets of logs up from the basement several times a day. I still worked in the garden (large)clearing fallen leaves etc. I would not expect help from Ron's father. He is 85, frail and looks after Ron's mother who suffers from dementia but his brother never once offered to help even with the washing up. It is almost as though he does not realise how ill Ron is. He was even saying that if he and his wife come over again in July we could all go to the races in Pompadour. I restrained myself from pointing out that Ron may not live that long but I screamed it inside.
