Now I have a sister , an elder sister who when we meet people insists on introducing herself as my younger sister . I know my caring role has aged me but ..... well no matter .She has taken it upon herself to come and assist me when she can which is not easy as she lives in London and I live ,as you know , in Devon .
She is an artist and has lead a very bohemian life which I will save for you for another day . I have to admit that despite having a slightly spiky relationship with my wife over the years , she always thought we married too young and was positively disapproving - we are still married 49 years later and she is divorced and has had more relationships than I have had hot dinners , she is very good , caring and sympathetic with V . HOWEVER I despair when she gets in my kitchen . I don't think it is unusual to arrange one's yoghurts in the fridge in order of use by date and I usually have three or four lined up . After my sister has been every pot has been opened and sampled . Likewise she opens all the milk cartons simultaneously and uses a bit out of each one . My heart sinks when she says "you sit still I will do the washing up " after a meal . She hides things claiming to have tidied up . Will I be able to find my favourite peeling knife - most unlikely . The cutlery drawer which I assume is like most people's cutlery drawer . spoons in one compartment . knives in another etc will be filled with a random selection all mixed in together . Pots and pans disappear or have simply been ignored and left congealing on the hob . I don't know how she does it and she is completely oblivious to the trail of destruction she leaves behind . At present I have five halves of lemons reposing in my fridge after her last visit .
Still I love her dearly and she means well and perhaps I am catching the obsessive compulsive disorder which has plagued V since she got PSP .Maybe I should make allowances for the fact she lives alone and has never really got to grips with routines and normal living .But I really would like to know where she has put my kitchen knife - out to the dustbin and sort through the rubbish once again I suppose .