Awww - I'm glad they are taking you out to luch, Spamar - one less thing for you to worry about. Even gladder that your OH was in a better mood when you visited
Enjoy the visit to your daughter, Red - and good luck to your OH with the viewing
Little Miss Doom and Gloom this morning. Pull ups kept on, so no wet bed, but all sighs and huffs and a lot of 'supposing' that she wouldn't be able to find this, or that I couldn't give her that, or just general prophesies that something was going to go wrong. Odd at brekkie when I put her porridge in front of her - a snappish 'Do you not ever put milk on porridge, Ann?', followed by a repeated insistance that it was 'dry, no milk in that at all'. I offered more milk, but no she said she didn't want it, she may as well 'carry on eating it raw!' - no idea what she meant or what the problem was, but (obviously) I had made it with milk, just the same as always
She also said to me, while waiting for the mini bus, that it would be lovely to be 'content' - I really felt for her, but was quite surprised at her saying it - mostly, she doesn't seem to realise when she is in the doom and gloom frame of mind, and if we say to her 'Cheer up' or (sometimes crossly from me) 'Is there anything you are not going to fret about today?', she will insist that she 'never moans or complains, what are we talking about?'.
A lot of confabulations too, this morning - a story about her Mum telling her off last week when she won the lottery, because she had spent all her money on new bra's. Another tale of a trip to see the steam engines with work, yesterday, where she ran into her son down on the beach and he bought her fish and chips. And yet another tale of how that man with the big ears, who chatted her up at the dance hall last weekend, turned up in work yesterday and nearly got her sacked - the matron told her she is paid to make tea and clear tables, not to carry on with men - especially when they are not very good looking!!!
The mind boggles!
Enjoy the visit to your daughter, Red - and good luck to your OH with the viewing
Little Miss Doom and Gloom this morning. Pull ups kept on, so no wet bed, but all sighs and huffs and a lot of 'supposing' that she wouldn't be able to find this, or that I couldn't give her that, or just general prophesies that something was going to go wrong. Odd at brekkie when I put her porridge in front of her - a snappish 'Do you not ever put milk on porridge, Ann?', followed by a repeated insistance that it was 'dry, no milk in that at all'. I offered more milk, but no she said she didn't want it, she may as well 'carry on eating it raw!' - no idea what she meant or what the problem was, but (obviously) I had made it with milk, just the same as always
She also said to me, while waiting for the mini bus, that it would be lovely to be 'content' - I really felt for her, but was quite surprised at her saying it - mostly, she doesn't seem to realise when she is in the doom and gloom frame of mind, and if we say to her 'Cheer up' or (sometimes crossly from me) 'Is there anything you are not going to fret about today?', she will insist that she 'never moans or complains, what are we talking about?'.
A lot of confabulations too, this morning - a story about her Mum telling her off last week when she won the lottery, because she had spent all her money on new bra's. Another tale of a trip to see the steam engines with work, yesterday, where she ran into her son down on the beach and he bought her fish and chips. And yet another tale of how that man with the big ears, who chatted her up at the dance hall last weekend, turned up in work yesterday and nearly got her sacked - the matron told her she is paid to make tea and clear tables, not to carry on with men - especially when they are not very good looking!!!
The mind boggles!