Just when I thought I had a handle on my fraying nerves, I have my mother and ex daughter-in-law on the same day and in the same room.
Pardon me while I slip into the next room and find a bigger bag and a lot more panic pills.
Ahhh, that's better and just so you lot know that I'm dealing with crazy here, really crazy.
She wanted her bed re-made because she didn't like the bed-making girl last Wednesday.
Mutter, swear, mutter and I'm in the wardrobe looking for a pillowcase and the wool doona which has mysteriously disappeared but that's a whole 'nother crazy. I pick up a pillowcase and it was heavy and dropped on my foot. So inside the pillowcase is a towell, wrapped in another towell which is wrapped around a 14 inch ceramic plate. By now, with the hurting foot and all, I'm not muttering I'm swearing loudly.
I'm trying to imagine what could be wrapped and hidden in a single bed woollen doona.
I'm going to need a bigger bag and a lot more pills.