We met in a nice pub. MrsO and I were having gentle fisticuffs over which of us was buying lunch. I had to stop trying to pay when MrsO told the barman that I was on day release from the care home, Dave was my carer and if I offered them money for anything they shouldn't take it because the home didn't let me out with real money......The sympathetic look I got from the nice young man brought tears to my eyes. MrsO's tears were from the kick I gave her.
Then!!! To cap it all when we were leaving she took my hand and called to the barman....Bye love....we're taking her back to the home...it's time for her medication.
Then she took me to see The Seagull!
Dave was fairly quiet all day.