Things are beginning to settle down especially the shock at picking up the bill for the nursing home. That was my fault for not finding out how or when to pay but they've given us an extra week to find the whole amount so crisis avoided.
AGL are not behaving again. Another phone call to them tomorrow and I want the terms of our arrangement to be written in somebody's blood and posted to me.
Mum has a swizzy new wheel chair and sits in it all day instead of lying in bed. She's reading books, Barbara Cartland, her favourites. She's up with all the gossip. The lady in the other bed is a bit of a whinger which mum loves. She says it's like watching a soap opera. This morning, the hysteria was about a missing extension to her bra which was later found hanging on the clothes she wore yesterday so mum's having a good laugh about all this. Not just a smile but a good old laugh. It might be costing a packet but it's worth it.
We just won't discuss the apple cake or my weight or my blood pressure or the black eye I gave myself walking into a door.