I haven't had my Wednesday sitter for two weeks now because of the hedge trimmer incident so today I planned an exciting trip to the local council tip. I delivered Colin to the Hospice, delivered a raffle prize to a friend who is fundraising and went home. It took me nearly two hours to load the car with a dead gazebo, loads of bits of metal and wood that, about 20 years ago, Colin insisted would come in handy one day, dozens and dozens of bamboo canes from our own plant, flower pots, broken bricks etc etc. I was just about to get in the car when the phone went. It was the Hospice. They didn't think Colin was very well so could I collect him and take him home. I explained I couldn't get him in the car so rushed to the tip. Normally when I go and open the car up, men rush to help me unload. Unfortunately there were several younger women unloading today so I was ignored and had to take it all out myself. I eventually got to the hospice and went into the loo to change my very dirty Tshirt and have a wash. Colin was having soup when I walked in. I took over the feeding and he managed to finish his soup, clear his plate of jacket potato, cheese and beans ( all mashed), and cleaned a tub of ice cream. They said he had a bit of a temperature. The next thing I'd planned to do was go shopping as we had run out of all the basics and our grandson was arriving at 5pm. What did I do? I phoned a friend. One who has said I never ask her to help. Unfortunately she was out shopping for herself. No reply to her mobile so as instructed, phoned her husband again. He said he would shop for me. He did, not just the important things but told me to read out the whole list. An hour later and my own personal shopper arrived. I asked Colin if he felt well enough to have our grandson stay and his thumb went up so we now have a five year old sleeping upstairs. His mum must have spoken to him as he said, " Nanna B, isn't it sad that grandad's brain doesn't work properly any more but he still loves me doesn't he?".
No paddling pool this weekend after all. I forgot the gardener was coming so couldn't put it on the grass and if it went on the patio, I couldn't get the wheelchair out of the house. Never mind, the hose was fun and he enjoyed hosepipe limbo and soaking me. He then spent an hour in the bath. I do love weekends like this and C seems OK now.
Nanna B.
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