The day started so well. Hubby brought me a cup of tea in bed (thank you) and we got up betimes. Made a great breakfast, well,…. ‘ish’. Buckwheat blinis with buttered mushrooms – sounds good doesn’t it? Only I used hazelnut milk for the blinis which was slightly bitter, so they weren’t as spectacular as I was expecting. Despite that, I’d definitely make them again!!
Mum also got up fairly early and got her own breakfast. She also made her way to the sink to wash her bowl afterwards, and that’s when disaster struck. She was a little too short to reach the sink, so I offered the wooden duck board that I usually use at the cooker for her to stand on. The trouble is, she really doesn’t remember from one minute to the next, and I haven’t quite got the hang of that. She forgot she was on the board and stepped back, only to fall off the edge of it and fell – kerdumpf! Straight on her bum! At first, I thought she’d knocked herself out on the cupboard behind her, but fortunately that wasn’t screwed into the floor, so she just displaced it, and it was just her rear end that felt the brunt of the fall. We hauled her up and transplanted her onto the sofa in the lounge, fed her with arnica, and monitored her for the rest of the day. Nothing much untoward, other than a little bit of discomfort and an argument when she refused paracetamol. Hey-ho!
I had aimed to clear up what was a very messy kitchen, but didn’t get awfully far with that, opting instead to faff about in the lounge with Mum, drink cups of tea and listen to music. But – I did do all of the ironing!! Feeling a bit smug about that!
John opted to do ‘big stuff’ down the bottom of the garden again before lunch, despite it being rather chilly today; then he had a lovely snooze after we’d eaten, having probably worked just a bit too hard – although, I have to say, not beyond his capabilities, as he didn’t come back injured or anything.
Malcolm had already delivered our groceries from the Co-op, which were very gratefully received, and Chris, from church, offered the run up to the pharmacist today for the long-awaited inhaler. So, with bated breath, we waited. When she rang our doorbell, it was a case of: ‘Do you want the good news, or the bad news?’. The good news was that the script had been sent across to the pharmacy and one of the drugs had been dispensed. The bad news was that it wasn’t the inhaler. Still out of stock of the original one, and the alternative would need to be ordered. Perhaps be in by Monday? Grumble, grumble, worry, worry.
Anxiety levels already being high because of the medication situation, they were heightened by Mother’s ‘fall-from-the-great-height-of-one-inch’. I did my best to hide a bit this afternoon by spending the best part of an hour up in our bedroom to calm my nerves, but to be honest, it didn’t help greatly.
And so, despite hubby’s best efforts, I became more and more irritated with our situation. Nothing particular, but suffice to say, we had words. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it, that you always take things out on your nearest and dearest?? But there you are – that’s the pattern of things.
Anyway, dear John made the most glorious cocktail (or two) this evening – a little number called ‘The Brazen Hussy’, the title of which always makes me laugh – and we settled down to enjoy a film. We watched ‘Rocket Man’, the film about Elton John – and we both enjoyed the story. Wasn’t sure it compared to Bohemian Rhapsody, but I suppose that’s a matter of opinion!
And so to bed, with the sobering news that there have been over a thousand deaths from COVID-19 to date, and over 17,000 people infected. Dear Lord, deliver us.
The only way Peter and I avoid “words” is by adopting a “tight lipped silence”!!
Glad you were able to drink cocktails together by the evening – probably did John more good than his inhaler would have done. Hope it arrives tomorrow xx
Hi Anne , hope your mum’s not too bruised today.
I’m glad to hear you faff a bit. I seem to be faffing an awful lot.
As to your having a bit of an off day, some of my other friends felt exactly the same yesterday. One of my ex colleagues spent the day feeling really demotivated and spent much of her time grazing on crisps, biscuits, cake and anything else that took her fancy. She remarked that she was glad she didn’t need to go for a blood sugar test, otherwise she’d be in a great deal of trouble with her doctor.
Said friend and I went to the cinema a while ago to watch the Elton John film and as with you, we both preferred Bohemian Raphsody. At one point we both had the same thought, ” Not another weird,ethereal, psychadelic dream sequence .” Nonetheless, we were glad we saw it.
I do hope the medication situation is sorted quickly.
Meanwhile, keep on blogging .
Thank you Sue- will keep on blogging, your encouragement means a lot.