More fiasco-like

    Last night after his dialysis, we took Dad to Lizard's Thicket. That didn't work out so well. He had no energy and little appetite. Malcolm took him back to Rice Estate and I drove along behind to backstop him. Inside the door were a couple of wheelchairs, and Dad suggested we give him a ride. This is a fair measure how exhausted he was. We did, of course. We got him back to his room and he settled in pretty well, phoning Margaret as I left. He had another supper there, too, if he wanted it, so if his appetite returned later he wouldn't have any problem. Anyway not a fiasco exactly, but probably not the best idea ever. (The ham I had was very nice, though! And Anne got to try the chocolate meringue pie. Chocolate meringue pie?)