Spanish omelette, salad, garlic bread

Today has mostly been almost unbearable.

It has been hot for the time of year, and mum was Not Happy about this fact. She complained, and complained, and nothing was good enough, and I couldn’t do anything right.

Recently every day feels like a slog to the end of the day, when I get a few hours relief only for the whole thing to start again the next morning. Not for the first time, I thought that there’s no way this can continue: I can’t live like this indefinitely.

Also not for the first time, I sighed and put that thought off until another day.

By this afternoon mum had reached the stage that I was really quite worried about her: she kept asking when Lady Friday would be arriving, stressing about a ‘long journey’ no matter how often I told her we weren’t going anywhere, and at one point informed that “lunchtime is being very uncomfortable”. (Huh?)

I started to wonder if she had a UTI or something similar that was sending her on the dangerous path to delirium. I asked her her date of birth, a reliable test, and she gave it straightaway, which was a definite relief. Finally, as the house got very slightly cooler, mum perked up.

I’m still struggling to follow some of her conversational threads, but that’s about par for the course. I generally just “yes, mum”, which works until mum asks a follow-up question and I have to admit I haven’t the faintest idea what she’s talking about. 😬

One good thing today, though, was the delivery of our new freezer. I put an ice cube tray of water on the top shelf, by way of a test, and within a few hours I had ice to put in my water, a delight on a day like this.

For dinner I made a Spanish omelette, served it up, and carried my plate and glass of iced water into the living room. I sat down, and the condensation-slicked glass slid through my fingers and dumped half of its icy-cold contents into my lap.

At least on a day like this I dried off quickly.

Tomorrow four bags of compost and a new fan will be delivered. The new fan will go in the living room, and the old one can go in mum’s bedroom and hopefully keep her a little cooler over the coming months. I, of course, don’t get a fan, but if I keep giving myself impromptu ice baths I won’t need one.