The Unit. Day 20

We went to visit this evening, a bit concerned as LB had been sleeping all afternoon. He’d been sleeping yesterday when Rosie and I visited and was sluggish for a bit while we were there. A change in medication was agreed at yesterday’s weekly team meeting. Concern tentacles appearing a go-go.

AbiHe was in bed but woke up like a chill pill when we pitched up. Rich gave him photos off the Fagan and Whalley website (a new competitor on the heavy haulage company front) and we hung out, chewing the fat about Dappy’s recent altercation in a Hereford nightspot, Maggie T’s death and adding photos of Chunky Stan looking out the window on a holiday to Devon, to the growing gallery on his wall. We had a chuckle.

When it was time to leave, LB took us downstairs to see  us out. No staff were around but there were tasty cooking smells.

You’d better find someone to let us out,” we said.
SECURITY!” called LB cheerfully wandering off down the corridor. He reappeared alone.
Ha, looks like we’ll have to stay the night. That’ll be a laugh.
No no no!” said LB, with a sudden determination.  “J! J! Where are you J!!?

Cheerful times. In an uncertain space.

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