The first time Mum used it, she took to it straight away, but Dad was more unsure. I heard Mum and Dad talking in the bedroom as they unpacked on that first afternoon.
‘I don’t like it, Syb’, said Dad. ‘It doesn’t feel safe’.
‘Well, you’ll have to get to like it, Tom, because otherwise we can’t come to visit’, said Mum.
In the end, Dad quite got to like it, riding up and down the stairs to collect his tablets and his walking stick (which was always in the wrong part of the house). But last year, we went to Milborne St Andrew to stay with them because they had had a chest infection, and were too ill to travel. And this year, we will be visiting them in the nursing home.
it seemed like time to remove the stairlift. After all, I told myself, if there was a miracle and they felt a bit better, we could always get it installed again.
What surprised me was the speed with which it went. I sent off an email, and the engineer phoned me the next day, to say that he was in the area and could he pop in and dismantle it?
A few hours later, I had my staircase back.
My heart has been very heavy this past few weeks. After all the effort of organising the nursing home for Mum and Dad, it seems strange not to be constantly occupied with carer rotas and medical appointments and trips up and down to Dorset. Mum is still very unhappy in the care home and that weighs heavily on my mind. But today I actually looked out of the kitchen window. This is kind of difficult because my two ‘pet’ orb-web spiders have been busy while I’ve been so preoccupied and have built a kind of spider metropolis between the ceiling and the windowpanes. But outside, whirring and clicking and fighting and bickering, were the starlings.
http://www.lloydbuck.co.uk/2018/06/11/beatboxing-starlings/
Starlings, don’t you just love them, they have to be one of our most favourite birds. It’s impossible not to smile when you watch their antics, like a mass of boisterous children. I have to admit to giving over half of my spare bedroom to keeping all their sacks of food, and spending half the day continually filling up their holders, but they’re so worth it 😁
They are hungry little devils, aren’t they?
Changes are so difficult and you and your Mum and Dad are going thru a big one. Blessings to you and your family in this upcoming holiday season! HUGS
Thanks, Laurin…
Dennis and Ernie are fabulous. I love starlings – just written a post about them myself – they’re such boisterous, joyful birds that they can’t help but lift your mood 🙂
Yes, so full of energy!
Hard to be glum in the presence of Starlings!
Indeed! I do believe that Mozart had a pet starling…
Recently a flock of starlings in our garden were harried and attacked continuously by two magpies, over about 15 mins, until all flew away. Territory? Food/feeders? No idea. Thanks for the link to the beatboxing birds: utterly delightful.
I think magpies are often just juvenile hooligans at this time of year. I’ve seen great gangs of them attack a pair of crows and a small flock of woodpigeons as well. They are decidedly feisty birds!
We’ve had very few starlings for years and I miss them! We still have robins and blackbirds but mainly the garden is populated with blue tits, long tailed tits and pigeons.
I think often it’s the destruction of nesting sites that causes the starlings to move on, they do love a communal nest, and so few new buildings have any space for them….
Yes, and all plastic sealed soffits and fascia boards.