Mum just said, “It was fine†when I asked her how it went with Dad last night. But I think he must have pissed her off as she couldn’t disguise how made she was with him. Uncle Angus came over for lunch today. Steve went and picked him up in the car – god he really does make himself at home. Uncle Angus was quiet most of the time and fell asleep in the armchair in the afternoon. Mum started going on about being worried about him taking care of himself after he’d gone. She said they might have to find him some sheltered accommodation soon. I told her she was mad if she thought he would put up with that. Then she really annoyed me because she said it was time that both Uncle Angus and I realised that he was not a young man anymore and that he was barely taking care of himself. She said that he hadn’t shaved in days and that she couldn’t tell when he’d last had a bath. I told her that he didn’t bother about that sort of thing and he never had. But she said that it was one thing making a conscious effort not to look after himself, but now he was not as capable as he used to be. I stormed off and left her lecturing herself. I really felt like crying, she’ll break what spirit he’s got left if she tries to take over his life.