I was late leaving home (rubbish collection day) so arrived at the hairdresser’s about five to nine. Meanwhile cousin arrived at 8:45am according to the hairdresser she was “having a complete meltdown”. Panicking that I wasn’t going to arrive.
When I arrived she was already having her rollers in so I guess Darren cracked on trying to take her mind off me not being here.
She tried her best to ignore me and sat looking very sad. I asked how she is and she gave me a thumbs down. Now she’s under the drier. I smile from under my mask, she looks and looks away.
As far as I know she hasn’t had that return call from the GP. Yesterday was full of panicking phone calls about a hospital letter that arrived. I phoned the hospital and it’s fine for me to accompany her. Neither of us know what this is for. Doesn’t seem to bare any relation to the last conversation with the GP. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow when we get there.
It’s cooler today, the gentle breeze flowing in through the open door.
I’ve sat here writing this and rearranging appointments, looking at the diary and what’s booked.
Went out for dinner last night. Heard a saga about getting a blue badge. Fourteen documents too big to upload after two hours completing an online application. Photocopying and travel to hand in then told do it on line and it makes me wonder how many people eligible but can’t jump through these ableist hoops. Anyway it’s done. Apparently will arrive sooner than expected, or so she’s been told.
Hearing about a holiday booked, self contained accommodation, adults only, away from the noise. No option on the booking form to tell them that the blue badge has been applied for.
One of us looking better than Friday despite the faint… but don’t worry he took a paracetamol? I sat there not quite knowing what to say. Wondering why he thought a paracetamol might be the thing. Thinking about the history of TIA. Sometimes things don’t make sense. Ask if he’s feeling better, talk about staying hydrated in this hot weather, hear how they’ve abandoned their walks because it’s too hot. Talk about maybe changing the time of day. Avoiding the full height of the sun.
Talked over the fence with our neighbour. Their love of gardening, how they miss their ‘home’ since moving in with daughter. She was rummaging through the bin. Asked if she’d be interested in a raised bed, how that might enable her to continue to enjoy.
A few minutes later a knock on the door, our neighbour, rabbit wire in hand, came to apologise that they’d forgotten. Bless him a few minutes later he’d sorted the gate, keen to help us with our worry that bunny might escape.
Sets up another issue to be resolved. We’ll definitely need another one of these. But I’m thankful for his time and consideration.
Yesterday was a day of gifts. Grandma brought this round for our daughter, knowing that today it would be in full bloom:
Oh dear I’ve just seen the sunburn. Oh time to go