Mum's not too far down the AZ/VD route yet but I have noticed her writing isn't what it used to be. I've found her favourite note pads (i.e bits of cereal packet cut up into small pieces) with barely legible phone numbers written on them scattered in various odd places (and let's not bother writing the name of the person the number belongs to because that would make life too easy wouldn't it). I've found her 'birthday book' with names in writing that just doesn't look like hers, but is, etc etc. So when she phoned me the other day to say a letter had been sent to her address but with my name on it and she wanted to send it on to me I have to admit I panicked a bit.
She told me she was putting it into another envelope. (At least it wasn't going to end up in the post box only to be re-delivered to her). She tried to describe the size of the envelope: "It's a bit longer than square and it just about fits in and it's a brown envelope and the other one is white." For some stupid reason I asked her if it was an A4 or A5 envelope, thinking she might have to put a 'large envelope' stamp on and wondering how I could explain that when of course she hadn't got a clue what A4 or A5 was anyway
Next came the problem of putting my address on the envelope. "I can't find my address book" (so what's new) you'll have to tell me - I've got a pen and a bit of paper". Well, it was going to be a toss up between writing it straight on the envelope and getting the words in the right place (sometimes where the stamp is supposed to go), or on the bit of paper which might then get mislaid. She insisted on the paper. The long process began with me spelling out the words and thinking she hadn't got it when in fact she'd actually already written it down and was waiting for me to say the next bit. In the end she read it back to me and it sounded ok. She said she'd put it in the post straight away ("Don't forget the stamp mum" - "Well of course I won't!").
2 days later a brown envelope arrived on my mat. I stared at it in disbelief. Not only was it correctly addressed with the words in the right place, but she'd even put her own name and address on the back and selotaped it up (she loves selotape). And on top of that the writing looked exactly like her writing used to.
I phoned to let her know I'd received it. "Oh, er, yes I did send something to you, I think."
Thanks mum for letting me know the real you is still there somewhere, sometimes.
Mind you, I'm a bit annoyed with the bank as it was the cheque book for her account with my name on as 3rd party agent and as they have my address I can't imagine why they sent it in my name to her address. Something else to sort out.
Oh well, the land of nod is calling. Must go and get my beauty sleep (so that's me out for the count for a thousand years then). May you and your loved ones have a peaceful night.
Chris
She told me she was putting it into another envelope. (At least it wasn't going to end up in the post box only to be re-delivered to her). She tried to describe the size of the envelope: "It's a bit longer than square and it just about fits in and it's a brown envelope and the other one is white." For some stupid reason I asked her if it was an A4 or A5 envelope, thinking she might have to put a 'large envelope' stamp on and wondering how I could explain that when of course she hadn't got a clue what A4 or A5 was anyway
Next came the problem of putting my address on the envelope. "I can't find my address book" (so what's new) you'll have to tell me - I've got a pen and a bit of paper". Well, it was going to be a toss up between writing it straight on the envelope and getting the words in the right place (sometimes where the stamp is supposed to go), or on the bit of paper which might then get mislaid. She insisted on the paper. The long process began with me spelling out the words and thinking she hadn't got it when in fact she'd actually already written it down and was waiting for me to say the next bit. In the end she read it back to me and it sounded ok. She said she'd put it in the post straight away ("Don't forget the stamp mum" - "Well of course I won't!").
2 days later a brown envelope arrived on my mat. I stared at it in disbelief. Not only was it correctly addressed with the words in the right place, but she'd even put her own name and address on the back and selotaped it up (she loves selotape). And on top of that the writing looked exactly like her writing used to.
I phoned to let her know I'd received it. "Oh, er, yes I did send something to you, I think."
Thanks mum for letting me know the real you is still there somewhere, sometimes.
Mind you, I'm a bit annoyed with the bank as it was the cheque book for her account with my name on as 3rd party agent and as they have my address I can't imagine why they sent it in my name to her address. Something else to sort out.
Oh well, the land of nod is calling. Must go and get my beauty sleep (so that's me out for the count for a thousand years then). May you and your loved ones have a peaceful night.
Chris