Bacon, spiced scrambled eggs with cherry tomatoes, chips, salad

After this morning’s early blog post writing – and thank you all for your kind comments on Facebook – I settled into a day of watching the wind and rain. And there really were a lot of both: it’s been a truly wild, almost autumnal day.

After several days of playing telephone tennis with PALS at the local hospital, I finally managed to be in the right place at the right time for them to confirm with mum that she is happy for me to handle the complaint on her behalf. Of course, mum doesn’t really remember what the complaint is about, but she was happy enough to pass it over to me.

I contacted the local branch of Age UK to start the process of employing a gardening assistant through them, to do things like digging and pruning which I am physically not able to do. Much to my surprise, mum is not inherently opposed to this idea, “as long as I don’t have to get involved”.

Then I did this week’s grocery order, of which a good third is the various sweet things mum has asked me to buy for her. This includes tiramisu, which she complained she had too much of until I stopped ordering it, then complained that there wasn’t any more. Because of course she did.

This afternoon has mostly been devoted to mum complaining that her head hurts and ‘they’ won’t do anything about it, and that her mouth is sore and ‘they’ won’t do anything about that either. In reality, ‘they’ (doctors) have provided solutions to both but mum has refused those solutions. I am waiting for the doctor to get back to me about my request for help managing this problem and, in the meantime, am simply “yes, mum”ing each and every complaint.

For dinner I cooked bacon and chips for mum, scrambled some eggs with chicken salt spice (or chicken spice salt, one of the two) for me, and added some salad. Then mum complained that there was ‘nothing to eat’ afterwards before polishing off two ice cream lollies and half a bar of chocolate.

Now it’s the usual tv, watching Suki watch tv, and listening to mum complaining about… idk, I’ve kind of tuned out, tbh. It’s the only way to keep my sanity.