Just finished a chat on the phone with brother-in-law John. The news isn't great with regard to Maureen, I'm afraid. Her most recent bout of rehab sounds like it's not led anywhere very constructive. John seems to be managing to hold things together, but a recent bout of flu has left him feeling weak and he was telling me about a fall he'd had when last out that hasn't done much for his confidence.
Fortunately his litany of complaint was laced with the usual dark humour and dryly sardonic observations on life as it is lived in his household. There's a sense of things falling apart, yes, but also of something there to hold them together.