Morning all
Wish I'd known there was a party going on here last night - I would have been here with either white wine or brandy, and quite happy to have used a mug or even a ruddy vase if all the covert drinking recepticals were taken (Would draw the line at urinal bottle, though, Suzanna)
Every so often we go and check out other companies for utilities and so on - we generally make savings of around £300 per year. The only thing is if you are using a price comparison site, when you sign up make sure you look out for and check or uncheck (as the case may be) the boxes that give consent for your phone number to be shared out. First time we used one of those sites we had months of cold calls to contend with, all because we didn't tick one tiny box!
I would be furious at cheques not being presented promptly, Spamar - how on earth are you supposed to know where you are up to if you can't rely on payments being taken within a reasonable time frame! I had a slightly different scenario with my bank, a week or so back though - in a pet shop, I stupidly didn't check an ammount when giving my pin, and found that £110.50, instead of the £10.50 I'd spent, had been taken from my account. That happened on the Saturday, and the funds were removed immediately - on the Wednesday (after I realised) I went back to the shop and they refunded the £100 onto my card - it took till the following Saturday for it to show up in my account again! Actually, your post has just reminded me that I'm STILL waiting for the bill for Mil's week's respite - money is there, no problem, just that they have said I have to wait for them to invoice us before it can be paid.
I don't know what it is with the food at day care, Grace, but even the CPN commented that its ridiculous the way these places always have biscuits/snacks on offer. The menu offered is also quite calorific, deliberately so, as so many of the residents have very small appetites (unlike Mil). I honestly don't know what their stance is about providing food on 'demand' but I can appreciate that it is difficult to say no if Mil is asking
Yesterday evening was a repeat, more or less, of the night before. She was dropped off at 3.15, so home a lot earlier which made for a longish evening, and came through the door confabulating like fury. Her first words to me, after greeting me at the door, were to tell me she had had a 'S**t of a day' and there followed another convoluted tale about missing money (which started as her being accused of stealing and morphed into her being the victim of theft) and then onto how she couldn't go in tomorrow as Matron has arranged for them all to run races all day, and she doesn't feel like taking part. That evolved into a party/bit of a do that she said is going to happen 'tomorrow' and somehow that meant that she had to go to 'The Shire Hall' to pick up the stuff that they had sent her a letter about, and her frantically emptying her bag and wringing her hands because she couldn't find said letter! OH got back in at that point, and this was the cue for Mil to start on 'Are you taking me home now?'. He actually tried saying 'Yes, OK Mum' - and she was off to get her coat!!! So he went to 'later', 'In a couple of hours', 'soon'. Nothing satisfied 'Are you taking me home now? Can we go home now? Mum and Dad will be waiting for me at home, can you phone me a taxi?'. It didn't get to the 'extreme' stage, no coat and shoes on, no banging at doors and windows, but it was like the dripping tap torture all evening, right through till bedtime. After an hour or so, the 'nastiness' was creeping in - why were we keeping her prisoner? One of these days she would find out why we keeping her here! Did we get some sort of kick out of worrying her parents like this? OH tried telling her straight - Doctors had said she couldn't live alone so she had been living with us for nearly 2 years, this is 'home' and he wasn't going to discus it again. 'I know all that' she said 'But I've changed my mind so take me home now'
And on it went, every few minutes requests or demands to go home, OH responding by firmly refusing to discus and eventually warning her he would ask her to go to her room if she didn't stop. From 7.30, she alternated with 'home' and announcing she was 'going to bed' every few minutes - several times she went upstairs (by this point we were more than happy for her to go upstairs and risk the possibility of a disturbed night in exchange for a couple of hours free of the ear bashing!) but came straight back down and into 'home' again. We had brief 'respites' where she went looking for the knitting she thought she had and the 'wooden thing' that was 'over there a few minutes ago', then back to 'Are you taking me home now?'.
At 9, I went up with her to sort the pull ups and she objected strongly to me taking her clothes to wash them - she would do them at 'home, tomorrow'!
*sigh*
And, by the way, OH had a 'brilliant' idea last night - when Old Red is finished, wouldn't it be great to buy another old banger, then he could do it up and we could sell it for profit? I think my response left him slightly dazzled by how fluent I am in Anglo-saxon English, when the occasion demands it
She has been up and down in the night - directed her back to bed at 2a.m. and again at 4,30 (when I had just give up trying to get back to sleep as hip/back was sore and so was getting up myself) - also noticed son's bedroom door was open, so I think she has been in there at some point between 2 and 4.30, too. With her dressing gown on, I couldn't tell if she was wet or dry or even if she still had the pad on, and didn't want to risk agitating her at that time when everyone else was still asleep by checking, so just have fingers crossed now.
Back to the editing today, and usual general house chores. Hope you all have a good day xxxx
