Dad's
knees necessitated a change of plan. I have not yet thrown out the
pile of dramatic stories I wrote as a teenager or misc. junk from my
dressing table, nor have I painted my ceiling black or laid the lino
on the toilet floor - first things first - dad's knees!
Using the kitchen as a bathroom in the
morning, I can easily whip the washing up drainer out of the way and
place tooth cleaning and shaving articles on the plastic draining
board. I can pull the towel rail into place, amass items required for
use on the table, and lay a bathroom mat on the floor in front of the
bathing chair for elderly people. What I cannot currently do is
ensure dad's knees fit under the sink enabling him to sit face on
rather than sideways.
Looking inside this grotty white
cupboard, we see a rather nasty task ahead of me...
I cleaned the floor under the grotty
compost tub that I admittedly do not empty as often as I perhaps
should. I have a new tub ready.... It only remains for me to remove
the closet door, clean the walls as well as floor, and replace the
compost tub with the new one - and Dad's knees will be happier. The
remainder of these tasks are on tommorrow's agenda!
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