Well, a few hours. I arranged to visit Mother today. At 9.30 she called me in a panic as her toilet was not draining. Every time she flushed it, it filled to the brim and then slowly drained away. For American readers, our toilets do not normally fill to the brim. I recall being very alarmed when I was in Thailand and had my first American toilet experience. I thought it was going to overflow.
Pick up some Draino will you Andrew, and a pie for lunch.
I battled the Monash Freeway with its varying speed restrictions from 40 kph to 80. While most slowed down for the speed restrictions, I think I was the only one who actually travelled at the correct speed. Smugly I say my unblemished police record remains intact.
Mother's lav had cured itself by the time I arrived. I put some Draino in the bathroom basin drain and the result was an improved flow.
Mother's funds are reducing at an alarming rate, according to her. She must sell Stepfather's car. Be lucky to get $1000, but it will help. She needs to transfer it to her name. It is a standard procedure, but she has made it bigger than Ben Hur.
She has a book to sell that was published before 1898. I might make a separate post on that. It is kind of interesting.
I cleaned the inside of her lounge room windows. She had asked me to pull the furniture out so that she could do it. Easier to leave the furniture there and just clean them myself.
I put a photo of her father in a frame.
Her gas heating has failed and it was diagnosed by a professional as unrepairable. She must use her aircon but after a killer bill for summer air con, she is worried. Duh, we all had killer air con bills for this summer. I don't think it will cost too much to use the air con heating and she can get the gas disconnected and save a bit there.
I forgot to check the water meter as suggested by a blog mate. Next time.
I took Mother to the local shops. How good are her shops! Post Office, newsagent, bank, and supermarket all within a hundred metres. She did a big shop while I returned to her house to get her phone bill which she had forgotten. The big shop will save ABI brother some bother, as he normally takes her or does her shopping.
Her supermarket is an IGA supermarket, under the name of Ritchies. They donate a percentage of their sales, if you have their card or keytag, to charities. There is a nearby Safeway, but in spite of its slight shabbiness, I very much like Ritchies. They seem to have everything and the staff are like no where else. They are so helpful and friendly. But I think they may well be unsustainable against the heavy competition of the Majors.
Took Mother home, carried in the groceries, has a snack, and then home to the highrise.