Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 4c/38f with a predicted high of 7c/45f, and partly cloudy. Weather app has been reading the post from metal mouse and reminds me that “This is the perfect type of weather to fucking not eat Tide Pods. Seriously, just stop with the fucking dumb internet challenges.” As if our metal mouse would do such a thing…
Oopsie sorry to hear about Bailey’s mobility issues, it really does bring it home to you when they start having trouble getting around. Our Shadow is coming up to 20 years old, he rarely goes into our bedroom now, and flatly refused to go anywhere near the soft steps we bought although 18yr old Ophelia loved the easy route to the bed. Shads prefers ‘im indoors’ office chair so we have constructed steps out of books and laptop cases which he seems happy to use. Maybe the soft steps are too soft and he doesn’t feel safe on them. Really wish that cat could talk!
Also, Oopsie and J-Bats, you’re both good people looking out for other folks.
Moooom this is the perfect place to vent, or just tell us whatever’s going on at home. A lot of what you’ve said reminds me of my mum’s last few months. She knew she wasn’t going to get better, but she also never really said much about how bad things were. She would keep trying to do things even though she knew I would be visiting regularly to do things like changing bedding, doing laundry, running the rollsuck, and picking up bits of shopping. I think the biggest challenge for her was the idea of being dependent on other people, she had always been the one we depended on.
I am also among the crowd who can’t tell the difference between diet and zero drinks. I don’t buy branded cola because it uses the wrong kind of sweetener. Our supermarket’s own-brand is just fine, but I still can’t tell a difference between the two types. All tastes the same to me if you stick a drop of vodka in it!
Just recently, I have been dreaming about my mum quite a bit. I did wonder if it was down to reading all of Mooooom’s updates that has brought up the many regrets I have about mum’s last few months, and the things that I now feel I should have done but didn’t. Can’t change it now, but I almost feel like I’ve had a celestial telling-off!
Nothing much exciting in my day today, I went to a brilliant gig last night so was out late on a school night for the second night in a row. It was pub night with friends on Wednesday and then gig night yesterday but I drove to the venue (quickest way to get there from home, 10 minute drive instead of a half hour walk) as driving ensures a beer-free night
Today I have a bunch of spreadsheets to mess around with, so I am hoping for a peaceful day without any drama. What chance of that?