The Christmas party went well except for two people who caused chaos and believe me, the girls down there don't get enough money for putting up with them. I forgot about Friday night, office parties and rain so I couldn't even get on to the Taxi line but a friend drove me home and pleased I was to get home.
The lady who won the doll doesn't usually come to the Home but she thought she'd be able to help out. When they said her name and "You've won the doll", she couldn't think what she'd do with a doll. Then she saw it and burst into tears and she was still teary when she thanked me later. Apparently her mother collected large dolls and when she died, the collection went to the younger sisters and she didn't have one. She said she felt as though her mother was there and made sure this time she collected her doll. So we were all happy, someone really nice won and no-one we didn't want to win, did.
Next relatives and residents meeting, I'll be making a suggestion that the party is held between 3 and 5 p.m. 4 to 6 is far too late and the jostling for getting to bed first was worse than running the Monash Freeway in rush hour. It was well after 7 before mum was settled and I could leave.
Mind you I could have happily left at 4.10 but cunning that I am, I wedged myself in a corner where I couldn't be called on to look after any wanderers or pests. It's taken 3 days and every pill I could shove down my throat to get rid of the tension, stress and loathing of all things Christmas.
I do have one decoration up, consider me festive.