Depending when I post this, last week I had a Mother day. While Sister bangs on about Mother, moaning and complaining, I am resigned to giving over my time to Mother. Whatever she wants to do, at her pace, I don't care. I have committed the time. She can do what she wants at her pace.
Lunch at Nanny's restaurant, which is what Little Jo call the Scottish take away food joint. There was an older very competent woman behind the counter and out and about. You don't normally see such a person at Maccas. The place seemed to be running like a well oiled machine. I did not dare have coffee, but otherwise the visit was fine.
Seedlings for the garden at the very large tin shed hadware store. Look up Mother, look at the size of those fans on the underside of the roof. Eventually she saw them.
To the laundrette to wash her loose coverings and doona coverings. Apparently her larger but same brand washing machine as ours is frail and not up to washing such things. It makes noises, you know Andrew. I knew better than to argue. At the laundrette, Mother, have you got coins for the washing machine? No Andrew, but the lady in the dry cleaner next door will. I will back in a moment. Sure enough, she knew the lady and came back with adequate coins. Must say, I was struggling. I had not been in a public laundry for many a year. There are good reasons for having your own washing machine and drying facilities.
I had to laugh at one sign, among many, in the laundrette. It said, if you bring your wet washing from home, please be aware that domestic washing machines don't always spin the clothes as dry and consequently, drying may take longer. I don't think so. I took the washing out and it was twice as wet as it would have been had it come out of our washing machine at home. The large gas tumble dryers were quite effective, taking only twenty minutes.
I left her in the laundry while I went off and did some shopping, including buying her some diabetic chocolate. Mother has decided she is diabetic. Apparently her glucose levels were elevated when she last visited her doctor. Mother, nothing to do with the barley sugar you keep eating and no doubt had while you were in the waiting room?
Mother did not like the supermarket I went to, so instead she had to go to the other for 'just a couple of things'. I waited in the car. I am not sure how long she took. I read the paper for a while and then fell asleep.
Back at Mother's, empty the vacuum cleaner of almost pure talcum powder, clean down some cobwebs, put rubbish bins out and a few other odds and ends.
It wasn't as if I wasn't warned. I heard about the congestion inbound on City Link. Sure enough. A fifty minute trip turned into ninety minute trip. 'Tis a queer thing that you pay for the privilege of sitting in four lanes of stationary traffic.