It's almost as if a slightly eccentric in-law has come to stay. You recognize the family traits, but the routines are different .
The stroke did more damage than we'd thought. Wilf seems to have lost his mental map of the house . Last week he could barrel through the library and into the kitchen at high speed, ducking and weaving round the furniture . Today he has to gingerly edge along, rediscovering his surroundings, trying to avoid using his nose as a bumper. The fact that we have a staircase a major surprise. He's sleeping even more. Barking at ghosts. This morning he didn't want his half croissant at the cafe under the arcades. He did however enjoy a hair tousle and kiss on the top of his head from the waitress. The vet thinks it will take a week of medication before he gets back into a routine .
In the afternoon down to the Roman road for a long stroll in the sun . Wilf walks in a straight line now rather than zigzaging left and right . He plods along, happily , in front of us . ' The font ' turns to me and says " I'm glad it was a not yet " .