Tuesday night, well it's ok for me, I can go out enjoy myself but poor Dad tends to every want and need and will not take a break. My youngest daughter still lives at home (17) and is just wonderful with Mum, tonight while I escaped for my therapy playing bells, she spent an hour with her Nan. Mum thought her brother had died and so a phonecall and a chat eased her mind until tomorrow or the next time when she will have the same thoughts. All seems quiet and peaceful next door hopefully indicating a quiet night. My mobile is always besides me so Dad can send a text if he needs help. Occasionally he will just bang on the adjoining door of our/his ensuite.