Today has been relatively uneventful.
Except that Mex and I took Jasmine for a shortish walk.
All three of us are out of shape.
Mex is snoozing on the bed.
Jasmine is snoozing at my feet.
It is too late for me to snooze.
Must go in and cook supper just now.
Oh hell…haven’t taken anything out of the freezer.
Be back in a minute.
Ok…things have now changed.
Mex is watching the news.
Jasmine is barking….at no-one in particular.
And my Dad has just said something that cut me.
He says they feel I think they are past it.
That I won’t take any help from them.
He mentioned that I don’t take any help in the kitchen.
The kitchen is small.
And has a table in it.
I like to cook on my own.
I don’t like waiting for someone to move out of the way so I can carry on.
I don’t think it is the kitchen.
Think my mother is upset that I have taken over the medicine.
I tried to be diplomatic about it.
Obviously, I didn’t succeed.
I said it would be better if the tablets were out of the house so my brother couldn’t take a double dose.
I stick by that decision.
She thought two of the pills were the same thing.
So he wasn’t even taking the one type.
So…yes….I do think she is past it.
Right now I feel like telling them they can go back to doing their own thing.
Do their own shopping so they can throw most of the stuff away.
Go back to never having a cooked meal and fresh vegetables.
Spending all their money on takeaways.
Paying their own accounts.
Doing their own tax.
Trying to cope with my brother….unsuccessfully.
But I won’t.
I will take a few deep breaths.
It is weekend.
I don’t have to see them for a whole two days.
Oh yes…a miracle happened today.
The specialist’s rooms phoned.
We have an appointment on Monday at eight.
It is meant to be.
This morning I was asked if I could work from 10 to two on Monday.
I can take my brother to the doctor and still get to work in time.
I should have put up a warning.
Mini- vent in progress.