h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm glad I don't dream of things like that!

Thankfully there have been no repetitions but I'm still watching her like a hawk.

Well that was a first. Mum has been going to the Curzon Centre every Wednesday for years. She is collected 9.30ish for her 10am-4pm day then delivered home, on a distinctive white bus. After Andy Murray lost at 4pm I went out into the front garden to hack away at some overgrown plants and deadhead the buddleia. I was right at my front gate when this bus sails past me, I saw Mum in the front seat behind the driver and waved but she missed me completely because she wasn't even looking in my direction. Quite a few of the others, on my side of the bus, waved back at me though

The care agency continues to exasperate me beyond distraction. I re-instated the usually Friday morning & lunch carers last week for this Friday on account of my partner's funeral. I even checked again earlier this week and the girl told me the names of the enlisted carers for Friday morning & lunch.

During my partner's wake, my sister got a call from our sister-in-law who had travelled from Nottingham with my brother to support me and then after they left the wake popped to Mum's on their outward journey to have a with her. Guess what? No carers. Mum was still in her pyjamas, she'd not eaten and was sipping water. No doubt the tea carer would have attended to everything & informed the office but would we have even known?

I'm off to Mum's now but on the way I am picking up my daughter's wedding treat for myself, a pair of sparkly shoes and going to buy the matching handbag, Mum will be first to see them so hopefully she will soon forget the trauma of yesterday when no-one turned up to make her

It worked a treat. I also took my hat which I have adapted from the original decoration of blue-dyed chicken feathers to peacock feathers and she loved the ensemble. She said I will look like the Queen Mother at the wedding (I will take that as a compliment, she used to be quite a looker)

Sounds like a outfit - glad your mum enjoyed it.

Those people had better get on the stick and start making her on time.

I agree with Dmitri on both counts...

Would your mum be interested in a postcard of our two lighthouses? Or a quick "Hello" from someone with a very thick generic American accent (though it's possible my accent might be changing a bit by then--I'll have been surrounded by Brits for almost a week and a half by the time Wand'rin and I arrive in Cleethorpes )

Yes please and yes, if you would like to have a or after I have collected you from the train station we can pop back to Mum's house, before heading to The Jungle

Sounds lovely Definitely , as I've never developed the taste for ! And I'll be well-trained, by then

I do keep a jar of on the go for visitors with that preference, but we're all tea-bellies

Had Mum's annual review this morning with Emma from the care trust & respite team, she is going to lodge the complaint about the cock-up last Friday for us. She sympathised with my current circumstances and was very kind, but when she asked if caring for Mum has a detrimental impact on my life and I started to say "I used to have balance but now I don't" I didn't get any further

Sympathy is a double-edged sword, isn't it? It's often easier to keep it together when people are being matter-of-fact.



Deb

It sure is. I am still all over the place with my emotions. Early days. I still can't believe I will never see him again. I never dreamed that when I met him, my mother would outlive him. It's like our plans have disintegrated and now I don't know what to do with myself.

only his body has gone, because HE is still with you and always shall be

thank the good Lord for virtual cuddles then

I've got real ones for when we meet again love

Good to hear but then I never doubted that

yah make yer own or though house rules - ask Lil

Yorkshire tea

That's good that the annual review took place this week so the cock up could be raised at that level