A week has passed and I feel as if I have moved on finally. Been busy at work with long hours all week and now have three days off. Some quarters are moaning at the 1% pay rise, but really there's no need, I wasn't expecting anything much, but then that's what we are here for and true the NHS has worked hard, but only becaus of all the cut backs over the years and the concept of more for less -perhaps the media might like to give that some attention. Personally I am not too bothered because by the time my tax (ahem more), NI and pension are deducted I'd barely notice it even if was 2%. I am sure there are many different opinions about it, but to us long termers the last year has been about taking the rough with the smooth and being professional and not pay -I don't want the media coverage to tar us all with the same brush. Yes a pay rise would be nice, but we are where we are! I would rather the government broach reform of social care personally, to me that is a bigger issue.
Anyway, the BIL has forgotten where my sisters plot is and called me after five long days of work and while I'm out shopping expecting me to just drop everything. Despite my saying the measurements are on the card and take a tape measure with him, he didn't
. So now I am meeting him tomorrow to show him how to find it.
I've had a very waffly letter from the care home management that failed to address visiting after March 8th, and I am still pondering what the letter was actually about -I am confused.com. However am I pleased that mum has not developed covid symptoms and at this stage she is unlikely to (around 12 days is the marker). I am desperate to see her and spend some time with her and get back to normal -as much as normal can be now.
Its Saturday, I am tired and I have steak and fries for T and hopefully something on TV -if I stay awake long enough