Today is the Spring Bank Holiday but not exactly May 1st which is celebrated across many European states as MayDay. I must admit I do not look forward to Bank Holidays these days as normal social life seems to be disrupted so much. Nonetheless, the sun was shining so we decided on a slightly different pattern of activities for the day. Last night, I had taken our transit wheelchair from the back of the car and cleaned up the wheels so that they would not dirty our carpet. Then this morning, I got the carers to put Meg in this transit chair instead of more normal armchair so that we were prepared for later in the morning. As soon as it was well past 9.00am I took the opportunity to phone the manager of the care agency as his sister (who also works in the business) had told me that the day before her that brother and his two children had been involved in a car smash and although a little battered and bruised were basically OK but their car was a write-off. Apart from my best wishes and concern for his health, the care agency manager was going to give me access to their own ‘app’ which should enable me to look ahead to the exact timing of the next care worker in the schedule.

After breakfast, we had the choice to push Meg down the hill and go for a spin in the park or just go that little bit further to Waitrose. In practice, we did neither because half way down the hill we were really pleased when we were pleasantly surprised by our (male) Irish friend who had been out for a ride on his bike. He invited us ‘in’ for coffee and we arrived within about 5 minutes. My friend and I tried to lift Meg over the two door thresholds but a combination of Meg’s dead weight and the height of the thresholds defied our efforts. Eventually, it was decided that we should take our elevenses outside which made for an absence of trouble all round. A little outside table was quickly produced and then we sat down to a delicious jam sponge and a pot of tea. This meeting was absolutely fortuitous as we neither had any plans to meet the other but it was great to seize the opportunity. This couple are due to go to Ireland tomorrow for a Spring Break so the meeting today could scarcely be better timed. They were expecting their grandchildren around in a few minutes time and we remarked at how fast the children seemed to grow up these days. After we had our repast, it was time to strike for home but our friend very kindly volunteered to help me push Meg up the steepest part of the hill, which offer I was glad to accept as I knew it would quite a hard push home. Once we got home getting Meg plus wheelchair in through the front door was easy but getting Meg out of the transit chair and into her regular armchair was going to prove quite a challenge, the leg supports from the transit chair getting in the way. I made two attempts without success and was reconciled to having to wait for the carer to arrive mid afternoon but then I thought of something that might help. At a visit in the past, one of the physiotherapist had brought along what is termed a grab belt which is our around the waist of the patient and which then has a series of handles upon which one can exert some upward pressure. This seemed to do the trick and I got Meg into her favourite armchair and then proceeded to cook a chicken lunch. Again, we are having to adopt a slightly different regime here so i dished up the two sets of dinners but had my lunch alone in the kitchen. Then I cut Meg’s lunch up into bite-size portions and fed her with it ‘in situ’ and in this way managed to get more food inside Meg than is she had been feeding herself. Afterwards, I was relieved that she had a good sleep of over an hour which is always to the good.

We try not to let our lives be dominated by the TV schedules but tonight there is going to be a little treat in store for us. There is to be repeat of the animated cartoon ‘The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse‘ which we saw the Christmas before last and which was repeated last Christmas.This a delightful little animation with some stunningly well drawn illustrations and a series of little philosophical homilies. Our friend from the local parish church brought along a hardback copy of it as a Christmas present for Meg – I think it is true to say that it has hardly left her side and she reads (and re-reads) the book constantly. So this little gem is something to which we look forward for half an hour in the early part of the evening. There are two events later on the week to which we are sort of committed but it seems problematic whether can attend either of both of these. The most important one is the funeral of Meg’s cousin with whom we have spent a great deal of time in the past. As of about a week ago, I thought that attending the funeral in Derby was just about feasible but after the pattern of falling, inability to stand and extreme weakness, I am just not sure if this is feasible or even too foolhardy to even contemplate. The other event is on Saturday which happens to be my birthday and where, about two days ago, I purchased a couple of tickets for a local concert because I thought it might have been a nice birthday excursion but I think this is eluding us as well. So the patten of our lives seems to be changing almost day by day and I constantly having to take decisions about what is feasible and what is not.

When the House of Commons resumes after the break, Rishi Sunak will find his MPs in a sullen and jittery mood if not outright rebellion as even some of the extreme right wingers are admitting that changing Prime Ministers at thus stage is not just feasible. Some MPs are clinging vainly to the hope that there there may be a hung Parliament after a general election after a rather dubious projection has raised this as a possibility by projecting forward from the local to the national election results. This has given some Tories hope but most of them must know that they are heading a for a massive defeat and the present troubles of the SNP in Scotland are going to aid the Labour Party.

Whilst Meg was laying on the floor yesterday afternoon, the knife-edge result of the contest for the West Midlands mayor was coming to its conclusion. But the announcement of a result that was originally scheduled for 3.0pm in the afternoon eventually came closer to 9.00pm with the real drama unfolding once Meg was asleep in bed (after quite a traumatic day for her) The opinion polls have generally shown the popular Tory Andy Street to be 1-2 percentage points ahead of his rival, Richard Harper, but the entire political commentariat knew that the result was going to be very tight indeed. The very first indication that all might not be going the Conservative’s way was a ‘bundle recount’ for the result from Coventry which was the second last result to be declared. Normally, the side that believes it is behind calls for the recount but once all of this had been resolved, we had to settle back and wait for the very last reporting area which was Sandwell. By this stage, though, Andy Street was leading his rival by some 11,500 votes so we had to wait what seemed an indeterminable time for the Sandwell vote to materialise. Then some Labour supporters started to flood into the hall which is normally what the ‘winning’ side do to celebrate the result. When Sky News got an intimation of the result (reporting that the Labour party had won by 1,000 votes) we suspected that a stunning victory was about to happen. The vote from Sandwell gave Richard Harper an excess of some nearly 13,000 votes meaning that the margin of victory was 1,508 votes which was estimated to be about 0.2% of the total vote. Andy Street gave a short but appropriate speech in defeat and afterwards allowed himself to be interviewed by Sophie Ridge. I think she gave a very sympathetic and well judged interview and Andy Street himself accepted entire responsibility for the defeat, refusing to cast any blame upon Rishi Sunak. But we know that the mayor and the PM had their difficulties in the past, not least when Rishi Sunak was Chancellor and refused to entertain any requests for extra resources and, of course, the cancellation of HS2 was a major cause of contention between them. Although the margin of victory/defeat was incredibly small, the political ramifications are enormous. The mass of Tory MP’s are not in a mood to change their leader at this stage. But there are several sobering statistics that can be gleaned from this contest for the mayors. The swing against the successful mayor for the Tees valley is still enough to wipe out most of not all of the gains that were made in the North East by the Johnson era. Needless, the amount of analysis given to the West Midlands result is enormous, not least because Keir Starmer is demonstrating a momentum and the ability to steal ‘the jewel in the crown’ whilst the Tories are having to contemplate their worst defeat in 40 years, losing half of the seats that they were contesting (nearly 500). There is a certain amount of misplaced excitement as an analysis has been done of what would happen if these were a general election rather a local election results. But this analysis is fundamentally flawed if only people the electorate is prepared to vote in one way in local elections and another way at a general election. Also local elections stimulate a lot of ‘Independents’ which the general election does not. Also, of course, we have to factor in the result of the traumas that the SNP is experiencing in Scotland which could well give the Labour party some additional seats.

This morning, knowing that it is so difficult to get Meg into a standing position so that she can transfer from her armchair to her transit (wheel) chair, I tried a more imaginative solution. I knew that somewhere I had a triangular foam wedge which I located and then chopped down to a size which would fit snugly into Meg’s armchair. I reasoned that if Meg were to be seated on this wedge, it would ‘de facto’ raise the height of the seat and then we might be able to slide her onto the transit chair. So after the care workers had seen to Meg and then brought her downstairs, we tried a little experiment to see if my solution would work – if there was any danger of Meg hitting the floor again, then I thought the two carers and myself could catch Meg before she did so. But my solution was evidently not going to work so had to be abandoned. Just after breakfast, our University of Birmingham phoned and I decided to have coffee here rather than go out anywhere. Our friend and I between us managed to get Meg into her transit chair in which I kept her whilst I prepared the lunch. Then after lunch, I transported her into our main lounge where the settee is lower than the transit chair by several inches. So in a case like this, although Meg cannot stand, she can be got up and then half ‘fall’ onto the settee where she could doze and spend the rest of the afternoon. The early afternoon was a blaze of sunshine so whilst Meg was on the settee and prevented from rolling off by a suitably located and braked transit chair, I seized the opportunity to get the front lawns cut. This I did in three tranches rather than the more usual four so this is a good job done. Meg seemed quite sleepy this afternoon so perhaps the 2 x 1.5 hours that she had spent on the floor yesterday after her falls had taken their toll on her. Half way through the afternoon, one of the young carers called around and between us, although it was a considerable struggle, we managed to just about get Meg changed and comfortable because there was no way we could get her to stand which was our original plan.

Today has been a day of mixed fortunes, as we shall see. After our carers had turned up this morning and we had got Meg up, washed, dressed and safely downstairs but it was evident that Meg was exceptionally wobbly this morning and certainly could not stand unaided. It was quite a nice, bright day today and I contemplated whether it would be possible to get down to Waitrose to meet up with our friends, as we typically do on Saturday mornings. I had decided on a ‘Plan A’ to see if it was at all possible to get Meg into the car unaided but if proved not to be possible, I also thought of a ‘Plan B’ which was to forget about the car altogether and just walk Meg down the hill (and evidently back again) in her normal transit wheelchair that we keep permanently in the boot of the car. But I just about managed to get Meg into the car this morning, half an hour earlier than would have been normal to give me time to walk Meg down the hill if necessary. When I last went shopping, I had called in at one of our local supermarkets to access their ATMs and discovered, to my disappointment, that both of the ATMs were empty of cash. I suspect that the imminence of the Bank Holiday next Monday meant that must have been a sudden surge of people accessing the ATMs to get cash out before the holiday weekend and hence there being empty. So this morning, I called in on the Asda carpark in sight of their ATM and hoped that they still had some cash left which it had and so I was relieved to get out my weekly cash. I then called in at a nearby garage to make sure that I was well and truly topped up, also picking up a copy of ‘The Times‘ and so I progressed onto Waitrose where my efforts to get Meg out of the car were only partially successful. My attempt to get Meg out of the car resulted in Meg slithering down so that she was half seated upon the sill of the car. In some desperation, I called for the help of passing strangers and a very obliging young (and strong) young man came to my assistance and helped me to get Meg onto her chair. When we got into the cafeteria, the place was absolutely teeming but I managed to secure the one remaining table. By the time I had purchased our coffees, the space had cleared somewhat and so I pushed two tables together (as is my wont) and then there was space not only for Meg and myself but our three friends who had just shown up. One of them had observed my efforts to get into her wheelchair so to some extent was informed about how things were but, as is usual on a Saturday, we enjoyed each other’s company for at least three quarters of an hour. Now it was time for us to leave and I had to contemplate the journey back home. When I got to the vicinity of the car, it was pretty evident to me that Meg could not stand unaided so I just stood and waited until a relatively fit middle aged couple were passing by and I called upon them for assistance. So between us we got Meg into the car and now all I had to do was to get Meg home. I called in to see if our friends down the road happened to be in but they were not so I progressed home wondering how I was going to cope at the other end. I called on our next door neighbour who happened to be in and, between us, we got Meg into her transit chair and thence inside the house and so into her usual armchair. Reflecting upon these experiences (i.e.only one of the four transfers had been possible without any assistance either from complete strangers or from neighbour) I have to come to the view that I cannot repeat the experiences of this morning. So I either resort to my ‘Plan B’ which is to push Meg all the way in her without using the car (which I might do tomorrow if the weather continues to be fine) or to only use the car if I can be assured that I have assistance at each end of the journey.

When I got home, I started to think about lunch for today and I had previously got some mackerel fillets ready to be prepared into a salad. This I did and shortly after 1.00pm, it was ready for lunch and I tried to transfer Meg from her armchair to her transit chair. But despite three attempts, Meg could not straighten her legs or stand up even with more assistance and so my attempts to get onto a chair failed and she finished up slithering to the floor. I had to call the ‘Falls Response’ team but they were already out on another job. So I suspected that meg would have a wait of over an hour on the floor and it turned out to be a wait of an hour and a half. At the scheduled term, a care worker turned up only to find Meg on the floor but fortunately the Falls Response turned up shortly afterwards. They used their technology (an inflatable device) to get Meg upright and then left, leaving Meg and I to the care worker. We made Meg comfortable and then the carer left, leaving me to console Meg with some tea and chocolate biscuits. Later on in the day Meg spent another hour and a half on the floor but after the Falls Response team had left, the carer and myself got Meg straight to bed.

Whilst all of this has been going on, we have the results of the mayoral elections trickling through. The London boroughs were being announced section by section and although the London electorate has been described as a doughnut (whiter, more affluent and Tory voting suburbs but ethnic minority,Labour supporting areas in the inner city) But as the afternoon progresses it transpired that there was a fairly consistent swing of over 3% from Conservative to Labour and therefore it was quite evident that Sadiq Kahn was going to win a third term as London Mayor by a fair but not overwhelming margin. The really critical result is going to be Andy Street and the West Midlands result which is about as knife edge as it is possible to be. Most of the opinion polls have given Andy Street a lead of about 1% but the result may be so tight that we might be getting into recount territory.

This has been an interesting day but we are still in ‘recovery’ mode a little after last night’s little episode. Our carer was designated to call at 7.00 so I got Meg into her chair and ready to utilise the stairlift. We waited for half an hour and then I resolved to try to get Meg to bed on my own. But as soon as we got as far as the airlift, it became evident that it might have been slightly difficult for me to get Meg onto the chairlift unaided. So we decided to wait for what turned out to a wait of an hour and a half altogether and it was fair to say that Meg was becoming somewhat uncomfortable and a bit agitated after a wait of this length. A call to the office indicated that their timings had indicated that the call should be made at 8.15, not the 7.00pm on my spreadsheet. So what is happening is that the schedules change daily, not to say hourly, and the only fairly secure way to know what time the next visit is scheduled is to ask the carer on the previous visit because their app always points to the next visit ahead. So, to make sure that tonight we have an easier time and not a repeat of yesterday’s wait, the carer and I exchanged telephone numbers as she is on duty again tonight and it means that this way we can be in contact with each other and thus we can get the time of the next visit aligned with each other.

Yesterday was election day and I could not resist staying up a little to see how the results were likely to pan out. Once I had made myself some tea and toast, I fell asleep in the comfortable armchair in our Music Lounge and woke up at about 3.00 in the morning. but not before the Blackpool result had been announced in which the seat fell, as expected to Labour. But what was extraordinary about this result was that the ‘Reform’ party aka known as the Brexit party came to within 160 votes of the Tory party and very nearly made it into second place. This morning as I awoke, there were many more interesting results to digested which one of the most significant was the result in our neighbouring town of Redditch. Bromsgrove and Redditch are separated by a fast dual carriageway and the two towns provide a lot of services in common – for example our local hospital is actually in Redditch and not in Bromsgrove. The Labour party had taken 21 of the 27 seats on the Redditch council and was a sweeping Labour gain. This has all kinds of implications for the forthcoming General Election in Bromsgrove because a Labour victory in Bromsgrove at the forthcoming General Election may now be considered a possibility. We are losing our sitting MP Sajiv Javid so it this adds to the possibility that Bromsgrove may actually go Labour which it has been at some time in the dim and distant past. The other election result in which I have a personal interest is one of the Winchester seats in which one of my ex University of Winchester colleagues is a Liberal candidate. I can tell from the BBC website that the Liberals have retained Winchester and have actually increased their representation by three extra seats but whether my colleague is one of the extra three I will have to wait until tomorrow (or even later) when I get the full results. One little election story which I found quite amusing was that Boris Johnson turned up to vote but was initially denied the opportunity because he did not have with him the necessary Voter ID (a policy which the Johnson regime had initiated as a form of minimising the anti-Conservative vote).

Today our domestic help called around and we always take the opportunity for a aught and a joke, as well as a bit of story telling. I recounted to bet how this time last week we had been in Alcester and had been delayed by a police car blocking our exit – and it transpired that in the hotel next door there was a dead body on the floor, three ambulances and two police cars. I told our help that in my day when I worked at the Old Swan Hotel in Harrogate, we occasionally had to cope with the occasional death of a guest (about one a year when the hotel was about 375 bedrooms and full most of the time) To avoid bad publicity that attended a death, we resorted to the expedient of wrapping the body inside a roll of carpet and then bringing it downstairs on a service left until we could whisk it round to the back and off to the undertaker. I also repeated to our domestic help the comment made to me yesterday by the Admiral Nurse after I made the remark that I helped to deliver my own son as the maternity hospital was a little short staffed that night. The Admiral Nurse turned to me, having seen me caring for Meg over the months and remarked to me ‘Why am I not surprised by your story?’

Today, we received a telephone call from one of our local doctors who did say that he would call round and give Meg an overall checkup. He did discern a very slight crackling in her chest that might indicate a small chest infection so was going to order us some antibiotics to get it cleared up. This afternoon, we had a young male carer call around and after Meg had had a good sleep after lunch, his visit was timely and we got Meg cared for between the two of us. For lunch, neither Meg nor I felt particularly hungry so I fell back upon the expedient of making ourselves a Spanish omelette. I fried off some onions, sweet peppers, mushroom and petit pois and then transferred this mixture into what was became one enormous omelette. I must say that Meg and I found this to be a very tasty alternative to our normal fish dinner on a Friday and as it was so tasty, we may well repeat this type of a meal on a future occasion.

These days I am never quite sure how the day is going to unfold. In particular, I had received a message fairly late on yesterday from the manager of the care agency to say he had been in contact with Social Services and to cut along story short, he had been informed that we now had no allocated social worker and it was incumbent upon me to phone up the duty office to indicate our needs. The carers who came this morning were allocated rather a late time and as this coincided with the Bromsgrove rush hours, they were both twenty minutes late whilst Meg, sat uncomplainingly, waiting for them. So breakfast was a little delayed and immediately this over I phoned up the Social Services office. At first the receptionist could not find Meg on the system but eventually by going through postcode rather than date of birth, Meg’s records were located. It turned out that we had in practice been allocated social worker No. 3 and almost unbelievably, she happened to be in her office and could receive my phone call. The news that emerged, however, was good. We have got funding approved for the next two weeks subject to review and, moreover, the social worker made an appointment to come out and see us in a couple of week’s time which was, again, excellent news. So I suspect that we may have a call this afternoon but, as I write, nobody has turned up. This morning, though, was devoted to a call from a couple of Admiral nurses, one of whom is our regular contact and the other a colleague who had come along in support. There was a third attendee as well, who was a student observer whom I had met once before when I attended a carer’s session in the local community hospital but whose role was confined to an observer only. But the two Admiral nurses were a fund of useful advice and support. They were as dismayed as I was that the local GP practice thought they could offer a service to a person who is in as frail a state as is Meg these days by only offering a telephone consultation service. I suspect that since COVID, GP practices all over the country have latched onto the idea of a telephone consultation as their very first option without applying any degree of discretion to the cases in front of them. But the lead Admiral nurse intended to fire off an email in the direction of the doctor, another one towards the newly allocated social worker and perhaps a third in the direction of the OT service. In short, I feel as though I have some kind of advocate acting on my behalf which is surely welcome. The hour that they had allocated to us very quickly shot by but I always feel that the fact that they can make approximately monthly visits and are always available at the end of a phone is a source of some reassurance to me.

We had our thrown together pasta type lunch and then I got Meg settled down for a doze which was only light to put it mildly. We were half expecting a visit this afternoon from another care worker but perhaps the system will kick in from tomorrow. Last night, though, when Meg was in bed and I had done some routine tasks such as processing the contents of the washing machine, I started to watch a Channel 5 program in the series of Great British Sex Scandals. Last night’s edition focussed on the issue of Cecil Parkinson, the Conservative party chairman who helped to organise Margaret Thatcher’s election victory in 1983. I remember all of the major elements of this scandal but what I failed to appreciate was the ramifications of this affair which went on for years, or more accurately decades afterwards. I knew that Parkinson had been forced eventually to resign (by a well placed contribution from Sara Keays, the made pregnant secretary) who gave her side of the story to ‘The Times’ who made it their headline and, after which, Parkinson had no alternative but to resign. But what I did not appreciate was that Parkinson’s liaison with his secretary was well known to other Tory MPs and the rest of Fleet Street at the time but the ‘old boy’s club’ which operated at the time meant that Parkinson got away with everything. In fact Andrew Neil, the editor of the Sunday Times even produced a headline saying ‘The case for Parkinson’ and all of this I must admit was news to me. What was even more jaw dropping was the injunction that Parkinson served upon Sarah Keays and her disabled child which meant that they were effectively muzzled for the best part of 18 years. Anybody who gave air Io any of their concerns about the case (such as one brave questioner upon the BBC ‘Question Time‘ was liable to immediate imprisonment) and thus the ultimate victim in the case was the wronged Sarah Keays whilst Parkinson got away with all of his transgressions and after being brought back into government was eventually given a seat in the Lords.

We have a modern day scandal in the making as I write. According to the Institute for Government then the ‘purdah’ rules state that ‘During general or local election campaign there are restrictions in place on what the government can do – both in initiating policy and in using official resources. This is to avoid inappropriate use of official resources and to ensure the impartiality of the civil service, so that public money is not used to support the campaign of the ruling party’ But this principle has just been roundly violated by the present government. Yesterday, the day before the voting day in local elections, the Home Office saw fit to release a video (with a musical soundtrack to boot) indicating how asylum seekers were being chased across the country and then locked up, prior to their deportation. This was clearly designed to appeal to those who are supporters of present government policy towards asylum seekers and is as flagrant a violation of the rules concerning civil service impartiality as it is possible to find.

Tonight, some results from the day’s local elections may start to trickle through and, as an election junkie, this gives me a certain dilemma. I think I will stay up until midnight to see the lie of the land and possibly some exit polls and then head for my bed unless anything really exciting starts to ensue.

One of my favourite and, no doubt, incredibly trite expressions is that ‘tomorrow is another day’ and I certainly feel better this morning than I thought I would last night. But after Meg was safely in bed and asleep, I engaged in a long Skype call to my University of Winchester friend – we exchange notes about the conditions of our respective wives and provide each other with shoulders to cry upon. But for both of us, it is a source of comfort that there is someone who is always prepared to listen to one’s tales of woe. I also received a text from one of my nieces who had been following news about Meg’s condition and would dearly like to offer some help and support if only she did not happen to be 160 miles away. This morning, two of our usual carers turned up and I left even more of the task of getting Meg up and ready to them as I was a little short of time. We had two visits planned for the morning, one from the Eucharistic minister who calls around once per week and the other from our hairdresser who must have coming to us for the best part of fifteen years. Very fortunately for us, our hairdresser is well acquainted with Meg’s condition so we cut our coat according to our cloth. We decided, on this occasion, not to bother with a normal hair wash but Meg had a trim and a tidy-up, as did I, which we both judged would be easier whilst we had Meg sitting in her transit chair. So this broke up the morning somewhat, as did two telephone calls. One was from the manager of the care agency as evidently some of the reports that are fed back from the care workers had indicated that I might be under a certain degree of stress and needed support on my own account. Later on in the morning, he sent me a spreadsheet indicating that he had got some workers allocated who could help to provide a little extra assistance during the course of the day so that we are not left alone all day from about 8.30 in the morning until 8.00 at night. This is excellent news insofar as it goes but it requires Social Services to authorise it in terms of a budget, the trouble being that I cannot get any response from Social Services despite sending messages and it now being three days since I first requested a response from them. The second telephone call was far less satisfactory and was from the Occupational Therapy team who were responding to extra calls for assistance coming at them from myself, the lead person in the Falls Response Team and the manager of the care agency itself. But the response I got from the team was not what I wanted to hear. I desperately needed the OT team to pay a visit and see what extra equipment, perhaps in the form of hoists, could be a necessary aid to help me to maintain Meg in her own home. But then we got into the kind of bureaucratic nightmare which must have bedevilled social care for years. The OT team suggested that there was a problem because as Worcestershire Council were providing most of the funding (with contributions to myself) the NHS ReAblement team should be contacted for them to make an assessment and for them to pass a report to Social Services – in the meanwhile, here was a telephone number for me to call myself. I did refuse to accept this telephone number and eventually the person at the other end of the phone indicated that they would make the call themselves but I think we are in a kind of no-mans land at the moment, not really knowing where the front line actually is (reminiscent of the first World War) but I think we are in a position where a request may have been passed to the ReAblement team for them to make an assessment and then we have to wait for other not transparent processes to take place before any practical help actually appears. Having said all of that, I was in a position where I managed to get Meg to the dinner table unaided (an improvement on yesterday) and thence to her sofa in the Music Lounge where she is having a bit of an after dinner nap.

Today is the day before the elections that are to be held tomorrow and so is the last day of campaigning. Even tomorrow, it is not likely that many results will be forthcoming as some Councils will not start to conduct their counts until Friday (no doubt to avoid overtime payments and thus to save money) But there may well be some exit polls that will point the way ahead and the real day of drama, if any there be, will dribble out on Friday and the results of the election of mayors not until Saturday afternoon. We are expecting the visit of one of the specialist nurses (Admiral nurses) who care for Meg and we are keenly awaiting her visit as we have quite a lot of things to discuss since our last visit. Tomorrow is our ‘green and brown bin’ emptying day so I have to ensure that these are more or less full and then dragged to the kerbside edge read for emptying at a really early hour tomorrow morning. I took the opportunity to throw away a lot of accumulated newspapers and whilst I was at it, in a burst of energy, I disposed of some of the weeds along the curtilage of our roadways which were proving to be an eyesore. I have some particularly good green grippy gloves which are excellent for the purpose of large weed removal. But as soon as we have some fine afternoons, it is my intention to have Meg outside in the wheelchair whilst I do a more thorough job of the weeding. Meg and I amused ourselves this afternoon by looking at past episodes of ‘Have I Got News for You?’ followed by ‘BlackAdder‘ which is suitably inane to keep us entertained until the more serious business of watching the news programmes in the early evening.

Our day did not start off particularly well as our two carers were quite delayed by the traffic and so were 20 minutes late- this only matters because Meg is left half undressed in the bathroom whilst I am waiting for them. They were not particularly happy with the company that employs them because various timings had been messed up and the spreadsheet with which I am supplied for the week ahead often has changes on it from one day to the next. For example, the timetabled slot for today so that Meg had a sitter whilst I go off and do my Pilates session was inaccurate and the carer in question could not extend her hours at all because she herself needed to go off to the local hospital for a blood test. I was bit concerned whether Meg would be in a good enough shape to attend our normal coffee event in Waitrose this morning and my fears were justified. As I was transferring Meg from her chair to her transit chair, she slid off which is not at all surprising as she does not have the ability to sit properly in a chair any more. So Meg finished up on the floor and there was no alternative but to call the Falls team out who, as they have to come from Kidderminster, took about 35 minutes to arrive. Of course, they were very good and have a large inflatable pillow arrangement which raises the fallen body to an approximately sitting position. Even so, it took the two personnel to get Meg sitting in her normal chair. As I am not feeling too hot today (after the COVID booster yesterday?) I have decided to forgo the Pilates session for later on today as I do not feel in the right frame of mind, either physically or psychologically, to leave Meg after she has fallen yet again. The realisation is gradually dawning upon me that the days when I used to just about get Meg into the car are probably to all extent and purposes over – which means that I am confined to the house every day just as much as Meg is. I needed to get onto the care agency to sort out some of the scheduling anomalies and get through to the manager, which was helpful. When I explained that I had asked Social Services for additional help but got no response despite a variety of messages, he volunteered to phone social services directly for me as, in his opinion, the social services departments respond more readily to the care agencies than they do to their actual clients (which is a bit of an eye-opener)

Later in the day, a care worker called around so that, in theory, I could go off and do my Pilates but in practice, I was not really up to anything like that today. So whilst the care worker sat with Meg, I went down to Waitrose to pick up our newspaper and to buy one or two things of which we may be running short. Then I returned home and set about preparing the dinner, whilst the care worker left. Then, after I had served up the dinner in the kitchen, I needed to get Meg to get out of the chair and into the transit chair. But this was beyond her and she slithered to the floor again. I had no alternative but to call the falls team for the second time today and they turned up in about 40 minutes, whilst I left Meg on the floor and ate my own dinner. I phoned the community OT team to ask if I could speak with the OT worker who has been so helpful to us in the past. So I had to explain Meg’s dilemmas and incapacities to the duty receptionist who said they would pass the details onto the Falls team for a response. A report goes from the Falls Response team (who get people off the floor using inflatable devices) to the doctor, who then in theory should make a forward reference to the community OT team but whether this ever happens is problematic. However, one of the workers who had already got Meg off the floor twice today and she said that she would contact the OT team directly to add a note of urgency. I explained that Meg was badly in need of another home visit and assessment and the response was they would put the request ‘into the system’ so nothing will happen for a day or so. I then texted the care agency to see if he had any luck persuading social services to authorise another visit but no response as yet. So I am in the situation where I have sent off please for help in three or four directions but can do nothing in the meantime until there is some kind of response. The care worker is due to call at 8.00pm to help to put Meg to bed and I am afraid that there is no alternative, however uncomfortable Meg happens to be, until they turn up in about four hours time. Tonight, I am going to Skype my University of Winchester friend so that we can swop notes and update each other.

Of course, the Trump story continues to fascinate us. Today he has fined $9,000 for violation of anti-gagging orders designed to prevent the intimidation of witnesses. But what is exercising some judicial minds in the United States, even on the far right, is Trump’s claim for presidential immunity currently before the Supreme Court and which, although they have delayed judgement for some time, may well uphold Trump’s claim for immunity at least in part. But if this doctrine is established then there is nothing to stop Jo Biden, were he to be reelected, to launch a pre-emptive strike against Trump and his entourage in a totally illegal abuse of presidential power. But if the Supreme Court allows for even some degree of presidential immunity from prosecution, then the consequences for the Republican party could be catastrophic in the years ahead. So far, as expected, the Supreme Court stuffed full of Trump nominees have been relatively well disposed towards Trump by allowing certain legal actions to be delayed – which is all part of the Trump ‘play’ But there are quite a lot of legal actions to work through the system in the weeks ahead so we will have to hold our breath to see how these work out.

Today was the scheduled day when Meg and I were due to receive our COVID booster jabs. As this was just before midday, it rather messed up what we intended to do. So Meg and I spent a quiet morning, listening to some Beethoven piano sonatas in the kitchen whilst I prepared the vegetables for the midday meal. Earlier I had sent some messages (answering machine and then a text) to our social worker who, as she is newly allocated, we have not actually met asking if we can have a bit more assistance from carers in the middle of the day on account of Meg’s reduced mobility. Earlier this morning, we were delighted to see back again a carer who we had not seen for weeks) as she had had a bad car crash, writing off the car and not being able yet to afford another one. But she was very, very good with Meg and was so kindly and supportive so I was delighted to see her once again. Once we had spent most of the morning quietly at home, it was time for us to go down to the doctor’s surgery to receive our COVID booster jabs – I must admit, I was not looking forward to the four transitions of getting Meg into and out of the car, once to go down to the surgery and once to come back. In practice, the journey down proved to be not too problematic and we both received our jabs, completely on time and such that we could scarcely feel the jab so fine are the needles these days. On the way back home, we needed to dive into Waitrose to pick up our daily newspaper and as the visit to the store should only take a couple of minutes, I pop inside without bothering to get a car parking technique. Today, though, I notice a couple of enforcement officers so thought I had better get a ticket which I did. On my way into the store, I notice one young woman with child who are arguing against her fine as she had the wheels of her car over the line designating the parking space – to be fair, quite a way over. On the way back into the car, I noticed another person being booked and photographed so, for once, I was really pleased to have made myself ‘legal’ as it were. Getting Meg out of the car was proving to be a bit problematic but very fortunately, our son was working in the office he has retained in this house and, seeing my plight, could come to our assistance. After that, we had a lunch of beef, fine beans, jacket potato and baked tomato although I think Meg’s appetite is not as healthy as it was a week or so ago. After lunch, Meg had a good doze as did I and we both felt the better for it, with (so far) no adverse consequences from our booster jabs.

Scottish politics does not normally absorb much of our attention span but today is an exception. The SNP party leader and First Minister, Humza Yousaf, has been forced into a resignation since he threw the Greens out of the coalition that was supporting the SNP in power – if they had only two more seats, they would have had a majority in the Scottish Assembly. Yousaf had lost so much of the trust of the Greens and the one representative of the Alba party that to carry on in government alone was now impossible so a resignation was the only way out for him. Having said that, his resignation statement was, to my mind, dignified and appropriate. In his statement, he did point out that with all of the first ministers of England, Scotland and Wales were from ethnic minority backgrounds, this bodes well for the future of equal opportunities in our political system writ large. But it has been evident for a day or so that Yousaf would lose a vote of confidence in himself as First Minister and it is thought that Yousaf had made a massive miscalculation for which he has had to pay the ultimate political price. The Labour party in Scotland must be rubbing their hands in glee because if the SNP were to lose a lot of the support they have had over the years, then the Labour party in Scotland could be the ultimate beneficiaries. And, of course, if Labour does well in Scotland, this might add to the overall majority of any forthcoming Labour government. And the collapse of the Labour vote in Scotland has helped to sustain a Conservative party in power in Westminster.

Today, the government is introducing what is called a Disability and Welfare reform bill. The BBC website is reporting that disabled people could face major changes to how the personal independence payments (PIP) benefit works, as the government tries to tackle the rising number of claimants with a mental health condition. Reforms to PIP could include stopping regular cash payments, and instead offering claimants one-off grants for things like home adaptations. The number of people claiming PIP in relation to anxiety and depression has soared in recent years, leading Prime Minister Rishi Sunak to say on Monday: ‘We need to do something about that.’ The disability charity Scope described the plans as a ‘reckless assault on disabled people’.The plans are subject to a 12-week consultation, ending on 23 July. I watched the first few minutes of the announcement made to the House of Commons by the relevant minister and the phrase that was used first and repeated ‘ad nauseam’ was that the government had to ensure that the taxpayer received value for money. On a similar theme, I read an account recently that indicated that Tory MPs were resisting any payments being made to those who had been made ill or even lost their lives following the administration of contaminated blood products (to counteract haemophilia) in past decades. The view of the Tory MPs was that the more Treasury money that was spent on compensation would reduce the amount available for distribution as a tax cut. When one considers the morality of all of this – that tax cuts that would disproportionately put money into the pockets of the already wealthy at the expense of those made ill (or even losing their lives) as a result of past government attempts to cut costs – one has to wonder whether morality has completely disappeared from British politics.

Meg and I had a fairly restful night last night without undue interruptions which was good thing. After getting myself showered, I set about the task of getting Meg out of bed and to the bathroom but she showed a complete unwillingness to get out of bed. The two carers were both marvellous youngish women, and they were absolutely marvellous with Meg. They showed a lot of patience in getting Meg and then washed and dressed, in which I helped where I could. By the time, we had got Meg downstairs via the stairlift, she was quite a lot more ready to face the day so I gave my profuse thanks to the two carers (who had known each other since their teenage days) and we ended up showing each photographs of their children. One had three young children and the other two and we reciprocated by showing them photographs of our wedding day in September, 1967. I always take the opportunity to explain to them that Meg’s wedding dress was a ‘Mary Quant’ design but not an original Mary Quant which would have been way above our income level. Meg’s mother was a superb couturier and at one stage had been a partner in her own dressmaker’s shop. I explained how Meg sketched out the designs and then Meg’s mother and Meg bought the relevant material which Meg’s mother than made up. The carers were quite intrigued by the Mary Quant story – of course beyond a certain age, most women will have heard of Mary Quant and she was credited with popularising if not actually inventing the mini-skirt. In 1967. Meg’s wedding dress was just above the knee and after half a century, one would not know this was not a Mary Quant original. We will not see these couple of carers until next weekend which is a bit of a shame but I thought the three of us made a great team together. Being a Sunday morning, we first tuned into the Trevor Phillips Politics program where Rishi Sunak was being interviewed before tuning in to Lorna Kuenssberg where the recent ex junior Health Minister had in the last day or so resigned from the Conservative party (who he accused of now becoming an English Nationalist party although they are almost indistinguishable from what might have been a UKIP -now Brexit) governing party. The MP decided not to stand at the forthcoming general election but as a practising psychiatrist intended to act as an adviser to presumably an incoming Labour Government on mental health issues. This sounds a much more sensible role than putting himself for election where he may have been rejected in any case. After lunch today, I just managed to squeeze in the cutting of the front lawn which is always a bit problematic. I had only left Meg for 10 minutes after which she had slipped off the settee and was calling for help so I had to put her straight before carrying on with two further ten minute absences. By a cruel irony, by the time I was inside and calming reading the Sunday newspapers, Meg went into the sort of deep doze in which state I had wanted to leave her whilst the grass was cut.

Next week there are several appointments on our calendar. The first one of these is for Meg and I to turn up just before midday to get our COVID booster jabs. As Meg has been so wobbly for the last couple of days, I am slightly concerned that I will not be able to get Meg into the car as I have been used to over the last three months. It means that I have to think incredibly carefully about the logistics of every single move as I transfer Meg from our house-based transit wheelchair onto the front car seat. If I can do this without Meg falling, all well and good but if she were to fall outside, there would be no alternative but to send for the Falls team again and have Meg lying on the driveway for quite a period of time. But we will cross that bridge when we come to it.

Occasionally, I come across a story which I regard as jaw-dropping and one of these occurred during the week. I occasionally looked at ‘Twitter‘ and its ‘X’ reincarnation and came across the following exchange last Tuesday night. TalkTV presenter Julia Hartley-Brewer talked to Ben Habib – the Reform UK party’s ‘co-deputy leader’ on the correct tactics to follow to dissuade would be migrants from taking evidently unseaworthy and overloaded rubber dinghies across the English Channel. Ben Habib expressed the view that people should be left to drown, even including victims such as the seven year old girl who lost her life last week. Julia Hartley-Brewer was duly shocked and a mass of correspondence was generated to come to her defence and to condemn the views of the Reform UK co-deputy leader. The actual leader, Richard Tice, has refused to endorse these views but some are arguing that it is a signal of how far British values have been subject to a rightwards drift in recent years that a prominent political leader can contemplate drowning in the Channel as a just reward for would be asylum seekers. This week is the week of the local elections in which three Conservatives are widely predicated to take a drubbing, perhaps losing as many as one half of the council seats that they are defending. But there are several mayoral contests which are hard to predict. Andy Street, the mayor for the West Midlands. may just about be able to hang on by a strategy of never unknowingly failing to appear in a photograph and also by the expedient of never mentioning the Conservative Party. Andy Street had a massive argument with Westminster Conservatives over the axing of the Northerly links of HS2 which would have been a fast connection between Birmingham and Manchester. Although the elections themselves take place on Thursday, it may be that to save money councils do not start counting the vote until Friday morning so it may be Friday afternoon before any really significant results are announced. There is a possibility that if the results are even worse than predicted, then a movement might take place to get rid of Rishi Sunak and install a new leader (Penny Mordant?) before a possible snap election perhaps as early as July. So the consequences of these local elections may be quite far reaching but no doubt next weekend will be one of all kinds of machinations within the Tory party.

Today did not get off to the best of starts. The carers were due around at about 7.55 and so 15 minutes beforehand, I started to the process of getting Meg out of bed and into the bathroom. But Meg was in a very deep sleep and took some arousing which did not bode well for the transfer into the bathroom. I managed to get Meg into the transit chair but once in the bathroom she could not really stand unaided and slithered to the floor. In the past, I have managed to get Meg off the floor unaided by using well tried and tested techniques but Meg’s body strength has declined to the point where I considered such efforts to be futile. So I had no alternative but to call for the assistance of the Falls team who are used to dealing with situations of this type and have the equipment (inflatable mattresses placed under the body of the patient) to assist. So I left Meg on the floor with a blanket and a pillow and just had to sit and wait. The carers came around about 25 minutes late and they were very good and solicitous but between us, all we could do was to await the arrival of the Falls team who arrived after 45 minutes. Once we had got Meg onto the transit wheelchair, the Falls team departed having sone their bit and the carers and myself got Meg back into bed as this was judged the easiest place in which to get Meg changed, washed and dressed. The care workers, both of whom I know, worked really well and evidently I assisted. When she was up and ready, we got Meg downstairs using the stairlift and into her armchair in the Music Lounge. From this point onwards, I was able to care for Meg for myself (just about) and I gave her some breakfast most of which she ate. We evidently needed a quiet morning so Meg listened to Beethoven’s ‘Missa Solemnis‘ and after we had done the extensive washing up, it was practically elevenses time. Our next neighbour had very kindly called out with some pastries from the place where she works and so this morning, I treated Meg to a Danish pastry and I had my usual coffee. Quite unusually, I have started this blog in the late morning because Meg has fallen fast asleep and I always have a policy of ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ – so far, she has fallen asleep without consuming any of her grub.

Late yesterday afternoon, I received a most welcome telephone call from one of my ex-University of Winchester colleagues. I gave her details of how I was caring for |Meg, all of which she quite understood as she has to adopt a caring role in relation to her own sister who experienced a stroke in the last year. My friend was phoning to ascertain whether Meg and I would be able to attend an ‘Old Fogies’ dinner probably in Winchester or nearby. I had to give her the rather unpleasant news that I think this is probably a stretch too far for Meg and I to attend. In view of this morning’s news, if I had thought that a Winchester trip was just about do-able, I am now pretty sure that it is not. As it stands at the moment, I hope that in the few days ahead Meg recovers some of her strength and balance such that I can just about manage, by hook or by crook to get her to her much loved cousin’s funeral which is now about a fortnight away. I am minded to get into contact with the exceptionally helpful OT (Occupational Therapist) who has been such a source of help to us in the past. I am wondering if there is some relatively simple devices to help ease the transfer from Meg’s wheelchair to her normal armchair or even to assist in getting her onto her feet after a ‘simple’ fall to the floor. A consultation of the web reveals a bewildering array of devices available for sale at a price. Although I am certainly not averse to spending some money to assist with Meg’s condition, I would want the money to be well spent in a direction that would undoubtedly help and not just be a white elephant and even more clutter in the room.

I always look ahead in the TV schedules to see if anything grabs my attention and this afternoon, we are treated to England vs. France in the Women’s Six Nations competition. Kick off is scheduled for 4.45 this afternoon and, other things being equal, I would have wished for an earlier start to this match. However, there is a film on this afternoon which although it was shot in 1940 is meant to be a classic of its genre we shall perhaps suck it and see. Of course the classic ‘Casablanca‘ was shot in black and white but is no less enjoyable for all of that. Sky Arts is due to be a Charlie Chaplin season starting this weekend and although some people are enamoured of the Chaplin performances, I am not one of them.

The Trump saga rumbles on and Trump has had some mixed fortunes. On the negative side, it looks as though one of his demands for a retrial in one of the cases brought by a woman against him has been denied. The judge in his present trial still has to rule whether Trump should be fined for attempting to adversely influence the jury. On the more positive side for Trump, it looks as though the Supreme Court (now dominated by nominees of his own choosing and therefore sympathetic towards him) may now be inclined to offer some partial immunity for crimes committed whilst in office. The Supreme Court is arguing that without some limited immunity, all presidents would be liable to prosecution. But the attack on the Capital building after Trump last the election was so outlandish that one would think that no Supreme Court could afford to almost condone such an attack on American democracy. As with so many things with Trump at the moment, all lot appears to be in the balance at the moment. Most Americans are of the belief that Trump is being unfairly pursued by legal actions all which are all assumed to be politically motivated. If Trump manages to escape unscathed from the legal actions in which he is engaged at the moment, one must despair for the future of America’s democracy, not to mention its legal systems.