FFS

I'm here with Dad and Mum in Sussex. His life is ebbing away ("I'm not dead!". "I know, I was checking you were awake!" Like Father Ted). He barely speaks, is yellow, and just occasionally sips water. No more of the nourishing(!) iced coffee of last week. He has been kissing his grand children goodbye, and told them how proud he is of them (they'll pop in tomorrow before heading back to Devon from Sussex, staying at Good Sister's, and I for one are very proud of them for coming ). Mum is with him most of the time, and if not, grandchildren and good and Bad sister, and me, take turns (and to give her her due, Bad sister has been here for 5 days now, just popped back to Cambridge for the night, tonight, leaving me and mum with dad, Melly left earlier, on the train to Devon. Dad loves her to bits (obv along with his blood relatives). We have all chipped in to turn dad, sit him up, clean him and he has taken all the humiliation with great dignity (you dont need any details). He has 2 nurses call in twice a day, and a brilliant young man called Jan, from Slovakia, who sits up with him all night (and is also part of the day care team). Dad reckons he will end it tomorrow. We shall see.
Have checked his emails and given a holding message to most, with a phone number where required. Have fielded some calls from his friends and some masons.
In the meantime, Daughter's son, staying with Good sister 10 miles up the road, has been hospitalised due to a temperature of 103F. They can deal with that. Just messes up sister and brother in law's night out (they need relief from this too).
I have left my mobile on my desk at work. Eejut! Now I am restricted on who I can call.
Now Melly has rung from Devon, having left her front door key in the house, assuming we would be home together, but she has to be at work tomorrow). She now has to get the Chav neighbours to let her into their basement so she can climb the garden wall into our garden so she can try and break in the back. They took 20 minutes (too stoned, apparently, and I dont doubt that they were), but now we have taught them how to use our ladder to get in the back windows of our house. Oh joy.
As far as my dad is concerned, I dont have the words, I really dont. We all go from griefstricken tears to making a joke, usually in terribly bad taste. Never done this before.