He is no longer eating the food that they put in front of him. When I rouse he is not happy. I tell him that if I had left that amount of food when I was growing up, I would have been in big strife. I think he just could not be bothered. However, he still eats the bananas and the chocolate that I bring to him every few days. If I stopped them, I do not think he would eat more of the other.
After I cut his hair last Saturday, we had a little fun photo session which involved balancing the camera on a brick on a bench and setting it to automatically take 6 shots to ensure that I could get back in the viewfinder in time. Here be the results.
I have told him that he is going to be a great-grand-father. But I sometimes think the only person he really remembers is me, and that only when I am there. All the other people have become photographs. But he has brought this upon himself to a large extent. He now refuses to move off the floor of the hostel he is on. We could take the elevator downstairs and sit under the trees, but he is too scared. When my daughter used to visit, all he did was whinge about how hard his life is and how abandoned he has been by everyone. When his friend from up the mountains visits, he tells him not to come all that way just to visit him - and means it. He is building a box around himself - literally.