In good company

I was right; as soon as Gilly made it upstairs in the wee hours of the morning, he shut all the windows and crawled into bed. I provided heat while he cooled me off; a genuine give and take relationship.

He rose at 10:00 and enjoyed a busy day on the point. Rosanne and Tina drove up for a few hours, and their presence rejuvenated him. The wharf filled up with neighbours, friends and family, drawn together to share a picture perfect day and good company. Gilly managed to make it down to the pier. He spent hours with us, drifting in and out of sleep.

He felt weak, but managed to get both walks in, work out with weights and complete the ball exercises. Our day was topped off with a visit from the St. Donat Blauers. We dined on the porch due to the smells permeating from the kitchen, which turn Gilly off (no matter is being prepared). It was rather chilly, but no one complained. He ate a meager portion, but it was better than nothing.