Are you reading Andrew ? After the Tax File Number comes a letter from the Electoral Office where mother's address has been put down as mine.
A little note asks if everyone at this address registered to vote?
No, clots because she doesn't live here and she doesn't want to vote because she hates both John and Ted.
Another phone call tomorrow to fix that.
The way things are going I swear if she falls off the twig the funeral home will lose the body and I'll be sent off to look for it.
So another day at the home for me. I had to pick up a registered letter and since I had to walk that far I might as well take down the cardigans she wanted and sneak in two caramello bears. I wasn't stupid enough to get there at lunch today and she wouldn't share her cupcake with me at afternoon tea. I should have taken the bears back.
Now just whisper this quietly, with some luck I won't have to go down until next week.