It was R's turn to learn about Mother when he carted her to the Eye and Ear Hospital. He drove nearly an hour in a direction and collected her, drove nearly an hour back to the Eye and Ear, and then bought her lunch, and then after her seeing an eye doctor, drove an hour back to take her home and an hour back to get home.
After Mother saw the eye doctor, she offered to shout R afternoon tea. Whoa, that kind of sounds like my mother but does not in some ways. Mother decided that the tea bags are too weak and she needed two, and somehow manipulated R to cashier and R paid.
R has finally cottoned on to my mother. There are good reasons why my brain damaged brother always asks for cash up front before doing any shopping for Mother.
Sister was going to take Mother to Eye and Ear next Thursday, entailing a trip with Little Jo on board, one hour out, one hour in, one hour out and then stay the night and help with messages the next day. Older brother with a day off, moi, stepped up to crease and offered to pick up Mother and deliver her, and then Sister can pick her up. That way I will only have to pay for lunch and Sister will have to pay for arvo tea from her pension.
Mother did mention how kind R was on the phone a few days later and asked if she should do anything for him. I did not mention to pay for afternoon tea as you offered, but suggested a thank you card would be appreciated muchly. I would like R to remain a bit cynical about Mother, but not to dislike her.
Oh yes, the subject line is City Link, one of our pay roads. Andy had a good old rant at someone here, but there was some truth to the complaint as we found out once when we travelled Citylink four times in one day and incurred a debit of around $20. Everyone is entitled to, I think eight, day passes per year for around $10. R intended buying one and slipped his Etag into the glove box, but as he went under the first charging point, the Etag beeped regardless. There really is no reason why it can't be done electronically via the Etag. City Link are money grubbing bastards, but I wish I had bought some shares in the company when they were at a low price.