My folk’s dog.
As you can see…she is an old dog.
With one of the saddest faces I have seen.
Five minutes of her staring at me and I am seriously depressed.
Actually, she is very sweet.
And a bit smelly.
Which is a bit off putting with the smelly bit.
Jasmine is in a bit of a quandary.
She always wants to be with me.
Which is damn annoying when I am cooking.
However, my folks have carpets.
And a nice sunny lounge.
When I leave the house to go through to our room she drags herself up.
You can just see how torn she is.
So far loyalty to me has won.
But I have a feeling that will change soon.
We spent a good part of the morning cleaning out the fridge.
Washing all the shelves.
And scrubbing the floor behind.
Well, Mex scrubbed the floor but I DID wash all the shelves.
And threw out all the expired food.
I wanted to go for a drive this afternoon but Mex said no.
There were a whole lot of rugby matches on Telly.
And he is having one of his sulks.
This was day two of no talking.
With a bit of luck he will snap out of it tomorrow.
Or next week.
My mother also had a monumental sulk today.
My poor Dad said something to upset her.
She locked herself in the spare room all day.
He was concerned.
It is the warmest sunniest room in the house.
She is not stupid.
Maybe I should lock her and Mex into a room and refuse to let them out.
Until they have got over their selves.
I am SO glad I go off to work on Monday.
Tomorrow I am determined to go to the beach.
I don’t care if it is pouring with rain.
Oh, ok, I WILL mind if it is raining.
But if it is just cold I am out of here.
If Mex doesn’t want to come I will take my brother.
He loves to get out.
Goes out four times a day to the shopping centre.
Or the nursery up the road.
He bought more plants today.
God knows where he is going to plant them.
Still, it gives him an interest.
It must be so hard to be a fit 43 old and not be able to work.
Come to think of it.
This is quite a household.
An almost 89 year old Dad who is hard of hearing.
And whose sight is not great.
And who still drives himself to bowls twice a week.
I have made a note never to be out on the roads when he is out there.
An 84 year old mother who moves from her bed to her chair.
And to the dining room table.
When she fancies what I have cooked.
She reads and does crossword puzzles all day.
And then wonders why she is full of aches and pains.
A 43 year old brother whose has had a brain tumour removed.
It caused a bit of damage.
He can’t work and has short term memory loss.
We have been told he can never live on his own.
I am aiming to take over his finances.
But I have to approach it carefully.
I love him but he can be very frustrating.
I have another child on my hands.
Then we have a 68 year old sourpuss.
Dear heaven…I have just realised I am the only sane one around here.
And I am not too sure just how sane I AM!
Bless my late Dad.
He left me one precious legacy.
His sense of humour.
Now it is WAY past my bedtime.
Love you all.