It’s so much worse than we were led to believe. DB down at his house again tonight, he stayed there Sunday night but here at BIL last night and dad spent the night out roaming goodness knows where, the state of his clothes, he’s fallen, he’s been in mud up to his knees, cuts all over his arms and one leg (amputee 25 yrs ago) we took him to the GP this afternoon and back for bloods in the AM. I’ve made an appt to try to get him on the transfer list to move, and he wants to move. SIL in riot mode over it, making it all about her...yet where is she when he’s out wandering, passed out without a care. BIL on the verge of a breakdown, took yesterday and today off, wages he sorely needs. It’s a sad and sorry mess. I checked his bed, he hadn’t even been in it. We’ve thrown his shoes and shirt out, the trousers will be salvageable after a wash but so much mud, he must’ve been in the creek somewhere...all he can say is he hopes he’s not in trouble or hurt anyone - so sad.