On Monday 8 February 2010, I phoned the Old Man, to supervise him taking his morning medication.
“The next tablet is B for bendroflumethiazide.”
“What sort is that?”
Things did not get much better afterwards.
I reminded the Old Man that if he needed anything during the day, he could contact Mrs CJ.
In the evening, he sounded much more coherent.
[Original posting 18 February 2010]