We are back in the marina after a few days at Tixall. Soon we will be going out for a few months, lazily travelling and mooring up when we find a nice spot.
I have been waiting for an an appointment for the memory clinic in Derby (being transferred from Leicester), but if it doesn’t come soon we will leave anyway. I cannot live my life from one appointment to the next. My Alzheimer’s is not going to get any worse for not waiting, and life is definitely too short not to enjoy it.