This is my washing machine. Please note the holes. These holes had buttons in them this morning. Unfortunately, I seem to have taken the buttons by surprise today by insisting on pushing them to switch the washer on. Said buttons retaliated by falling back into the washer where they are now unreachable and therefore unpushable. All will be well. Apparently.
Our new neighbours have a wreath on their door. For a moment this morning, I thought they may have lost their marbles until I realised that it is November 24th and it will be December this week. (I still think it’s a bit early but I suppose they don’t have to ask my permission. Pity).
All my ideas about early online Christmas shopping came to naught and I have officially done absolutely nothing. Fortunately, we are not make your own Christmas cake types (although I live in fervent admiration for those who are) so there will be nothing that cannot be done at the last minute. However, before I can think of Christmas, there is an Aged Parent who needs to be moved into a new flat.
Social Services got in touch to say they had found a place for her to live. At least, I think it was Social Services. I have answered innumerable phone calls from people saying “Hello Lesley – it’s Janet/Debbie/Susan (delete as appropriate) and I have GOOD NEWS. They are working very hard and we are very grateful. The flat is in a large unit with carers on site and the idea is that she will have more support. The Social are convinced that she is not ready for any kind of retirement home. I am not similarly convinced. Even as a young luscious thing, she was never that struck on cooking and cleaning and I am quite sure that she would have been more than happy with the “loss of independence” a retirement home would bring. (I personally am quite looking forward to a retirement home – no cooking, I get my bed made, I can read all day and spend my evenings singing Daisy, Daisy and How Great Thou Art. Bring it on). Anyway, at least, we said, it will be a smaller flat – less cleaning etc and fewer places to accumulate stuff.
So it was, to say the least, a disappointment when the warden turned the key and opened the door to…a flat approximately twice the size of the one she has now. There was a nano-second of silence before AP shouted “Hurrah! I love it! It’s huge!” Before she miraculously ran into the living room, leaving her walker behind like she was playing Big Wind. HOH and I stood in the huge kitchen with our shoulders dropping further and further down as we mentally listed the jobs that would need doing in the next fortnight. Are we downhearted? Well a bit.
On the bright side, there’s a lot for her do do there. There’s a big communal room downstairs to play Bingo, knit, sing songs and read the papers. (Not all at the same time I am assuming). Also, she will have access to one good meal a day which is a step up from the two pieces of toast she is chalking up as a decent meal at the moment. We shall see.
Anyway, showing either a worrying lack of clarity about the way life is or a cheering level of faith depending on your point of view, I have asked Ang at Tracing Rainbows to include me in her Pause in Advent series this year so next Sunday I expect I will be regaling you with encouraging exposition type thoughts or possibly not.
Have a good week.