I had to go out and shop for my Mummy today. I've filled the freezer with food and written it on paper and pinned it to the freezer door.
Yesterday she told the Brick Outhouse that the reason there was no food was that $50 worth of meat was stolen from her supermarket delivery truck on Thursday.
He rang me, frothing at the mouth that someone would do that to an old lady.
I almost made it through Sunday without my blood pressure dangerously near stroke level.
On Thursday, the store misplaced two pork butterfly steaks worth $9.58 for which I will get a credit next time I place an order.
Today I had to call the doctor to see if we could put her tablets into morning and evening lots instead of through the day. He's away on 5 weeks leave so I talk to substitute doctor and it sounds a lot like talking to my Mother. There is a letter in her file about breast cancer and it has her name on it but it's not her hence the confusion.
More confusion when I try to change all the medication with the chemist tomorrow. I also found out that the capsules she told me were for cholesterol are actually mild anti-depressants. I'm going through every tablet and capsule she takes and finding out what each one is for.
Memo to family.....do not listen to Mother.
On a much happier note. The Muriels are pregnant after three and a half years of trying. Let's hope it won't take as long for them to be able to have a marriage ceremony with all the trappings.
Take that Howard and up yours Ruddock.