Briefly reporting on the week-end with Mum, Dad and D.
Got there Fri pm and chilled. (Note on the word ‘chill’. Auntie Jan, who I stayed with whilst visiting the folks, was reading a recipe for banoffee pie. She noticed that there were instructions at intervals in the recipe to ‘Chill for 20 mins.’ What a lovely idea, take time out while creating a dessert…or perhaps we misinterpreted it 😉
Went out with D on Sat to eat food and indulge in retail therapy. She certainly seemed to benefit from getting out of the house for a bit. If you can call 10 hours (11am to 9pm) a bit! Mum and Dad went out for lunch that day, too. I believe that this is the fisrt time she has eaten out since the stroke, and she said she was not bothered by it. Hurrah!
Sunday was spent relaxing and eating a lovely roast prepared for Mother’s Day by D. Dad and I did our bit with the clearing up. Mum had to be forcibly separated from a tea-towel, it was her day after all.
In general, she is doing pretty well. She gets about on her pins ok and her communication is good. In my opinion, Mum’s probs with her right hand and her frustration are probably the biggest battles she faces at the moment. Her personality can be a little more abrasive than I remember, but I guess that is to be expected. On the whole, however, it was good to see her and to see her so relatively well. Grin!
Will be applying for a new job in the next few days. We’ll see if it is the right thing…
Only Husband bought me the new Jack Johnson CD while I was away. Listened to it on the way to visiting tenants today. It bouncy, lyrical, fun and quirky, and I love it!
I have had a haircut. Nothing drastic, just a tidying up of the large mass of fur that my barnet had become (those who know me will be able to picture the big version of my locks. Anyone else is free to visit the ‘Compare the Hair’ photo in the Greenbelt archive on the Wibsite!) The other day, Only Husband called my hair ‘noodles’. I wasn’t offended as it was a pretty accurate description of my damp curls at the time. I certainly wasn’t as offended as when a previous bloke of mine called the two tendrilly bits I have as a sort of fringe when my hair is up ‘cockroach feelers’ . I tried to re-educate him into saying ‘butterfly feelers’, with no success!
Anyway, enough of this rambling. Time for bed, need to be up by 7.15am tomorrow, as usual. Yawn.