Hello everyone, its been  an interesting few weeks for Dad and Rose Lodge.
I went up for a visit last week, and I asked dad the usual questions,
Hows the 

 fruit shop going?
It’s actually fairly empty as  i draw back the curtain to check and i noticed thst dad now keeps eating the fruit on the shelf .

I ask dad ,
Hows the food?
He replies that this time its  pretty good ,
not like the food that they all get down the bottom section,
I just grin and think to myself that its exactly the same food from the exact same kitchen lol.

I ask dad if he likes it there to the reply its like jail ,
I laugh and say yes but you are actually allowed out dad  ,
I can take you for a pie if we want anytime,
So it cant be like jail.

Secretly I think that dad likes it ,
Being in Rose Lodge , even for just for the rest now of his weary body from the tireless work he always had pushed himself through every single day of his life .
So he is sort of on holiday.

I think he is a popular resident with all of the wonderful staff and all the other residents but he keeps to himself quite a lot in his room and he is contented to do so .

Back to the story so we are in his room and
I asked him of he was participating in the social activities that they provide daily?
He says yes what’s the time because at 2pm  i have a class,
i said its quarter two dad , what class do you have?

I nearly wet my pants as he replied to me seriously taekwondo,
I stood up laughing and said are they going to teach you high kicks as I demonstrated a kick and hard punches dad
All your legs will break off at the hips and you will all be on the floor,

I said maybe ti chi in a chair ,
But dad insisted that we go and find it and we run into a friendly staff member  Stacie  on the way to the big room I told her about the martiak arts class and we all had a laugh and it turns out there was a young man playing piano to a few residents , so dad happily sat down there and i said goodbye.

Now this next bit of my story is hearsay and I haven’t verified it with dad yet ,
But even at the ripe old age of ninety
the adventure might just be beginning for dad ,
well it certainly was last Saturday evening,
You see old Curls is a practicing Catholic and he  has attended church at least weekly for as long I can remember.

His faith is still as strong as ever ,
and it calls him .
So much so that last Saturday evening old Curls marched up to the nurse on duty at the Lodge and asked them to call a cab so he could attend church,

So they did and he entered the church and because he has poor vision he couldn’t see where mum was sitting so he sat down the back on his own for the service.

I think there was a bit of a curfuffal at the Lodge but all good as they came and picked dad up from church and I bet that they have all ready  changed the rules on his spreadsheet.

When I heard the last story I was so proud and it reminded me as my boys Ben and Dylan do say to me that I will end up just like pop ,
Hmm

A free man

Cheers xxx