Cheese and onion rolls, chips, sweetcorn

Mum has been feeling most unwell today, and mid-morning her sheer frustration at her situation boiled over and she started throwing the nearest thing to hand. Unfortunately the nearest thing to hand was my unwashed laundry. 😳

After that, she settled for feeling unwell more quietly. I know I complain a lot about mum complaining a lot, and it does get very repetitive, but I really feel for her: it’s miserable being in pain all the time and having doctors apparently unable to do anything to help your situation.

This afternoon I started the long overdue process of setting up mum’s Lasting Power of Attorney for health matters (in my defence, I thought it was already done, and got an unpleasant surprise when I looked and found out it was for financial matters only). It meant some difficult questions for mum, to most of which she responded “I don’t know – what do you think?”, which is the exact opposite of the point of an LPA.

Yesterday I ordered some nice stuff from Graces Bakery, and spent much of today eagerly awaiting the knock on the door hearalding the arrival of our goodies. By 4.30 I reluctantly accepted it wasn’t coming, and dug some cheese and onion rolls out of the freezer to take the place of the cheese and onion slices I had ordered with the intention of serving them for dinner.

A rattle at the front door briefly re-raised my hopes, but it wasn’t baked goods. Instead it was the postman, delivering the final water bill from my property back on the mainland. Or rather two final bills, one saying I owe £2 something, the other saying I don’t owe anything. The accompanying email said I owe £1.70. Of course neither amount is exactly heinous, but c’mon Portsmouth Water – make your mind up!

And so that’s another day done. I hope tomorrow will be better, but accept that it probably won’t. At least it might have some doughnuts in it, if I’m lucky.