We had a birthday party for Anna. In the morning she was unhappy about it. There was a different carer, as Daisy was at her son’s wedding, and Anna stood at the top of the stairs for forty minutes, while I said to myself, it doesn’t matter, with a list of things to do hammering in my head. But Christine brought lovely food, and people came and talked with Anna in the house and with each other in the garden – if our friends are so provoked to different positions by the Middle East crisis, God knows what strength of feeling is in those living there.
I am making a fountain to bring some more peace to the garden.