Sunday, February 14, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
The bottom one is not a t-towel. I bought it (watercolour/pen and ink?) in Gothenburg but it reminds me of Spain or France.
We don't do drying up in our house....t-towels tend to be used as oven gloves here.
Crikey this is riveting stuff isn't it? anyhoo.......these posts are just nonsense posts that are allowing me to get used to regular blogging again... so that I can begin to post more frequently in the future....sort of trying out words and sentences and pictures as a 'toes in the water' thingy before jumping in.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Ma stood by the sideboard and said to me 'did you see that letter from the surgery?'.
I said 'Yes I saw it on Monday'.
Ma shuffles across the room and sits down on the couch.
I pour her a cup of tea.
She starts looking at the stuff on the little table next to her.
I take a sip of tea.
Ma picks up an envelope and says 'did you see that letter from the surgery?'
I say 'yes I saw it on Monday'.
She takes a sip of tea.
I tell her that I've brought her some raspberries and blueberries and was there anything else she wanted?
'But when you come back from the shops I'll show you this letter I've had from the surgery...'.
'I've seen it mom....the one from Dr ______?' .
'I saw it on Monday'.
Pa is climbing some stairs in B+Q, slowly, using his stick and the handrail and with me closely behind.
They do not have the light fitting he wants.
On the way down, and near the bottom, he slips and misses the last step, but thankfully he doesn't fall over, just stumbles, and as he does, he thwacks me on the ankle with his walking stick.
Putting the shopping away later, water comes gushing out of the bottom of the fridge.
'I told you there was water there.' says Ma to Pa.
'Yes I know... sorry' says Pa.
I dry it up and make another pot of tea.
'Did I show you that letter from the GP?'...asks mom.
The rain has not stopped all day and there is a lot of traffic. There is a queue to get into the supermarket.....where I am going, with Pa, to get the one tin of polish my mom wants.
As I turn around I say to Pa 'this is crazy...I'll get it another time'.
Pa says.....'well just tell your mother you couldn't find it'.
'She want's to show you a letter she had from the surgery....'
Just in case you are reading this and have concerns about the letter from the surgery there is no need, but the repetition of comments and actions and questions etc., from mom is scary and tiring and boring and worrying, and makes me feel guilty when I am driving home and feeling happy and free.
Spending an hour at an allotment open day in the sunshine. A toasted croissant slathered in butter for breakfast. Drying washing on a line...