Mother suggested she would like to spend time with Sister over Easter. The problem is that it is a two and a half hour trip and how would she get there and who would feed the stray cats their cat milk and Dine cat food? You would not believe the to-ing and fro-ing before hand, plans made and cancelled by all and sundry.
The short version is ABI Brother will feed the cats, and he delivered Mother to the Highrise. This was no easy task because of a massive tram reconstruction project and him not having a mobile phone. I gave him directions and I stood on the corner of the lane that accesses our carpark in a cold wind for fifteen minutes before he and Mother arrived. I had parked my car outside, no mean feat as I had to go out on foot to see what roads were closed and what was accessible. It is all very well for Yarra Trams to send us two notices to keep us informed, but YT did not tell us that in front of our place would be closed too.
Our original intention was a day visit to Sister's and be home by early evening. 'Son, I can't possibly be ready to leave home until 11. I have my jobs to do.' Well, she almost was ready by the time, in spite of her friend calling in and then a visit by Non Dreaded Nephew and Hippie Niece. Nevertheless, she did not arrive until 12.30 and then she had to have tea and something to eat.
We stopped at the usual M place in the outskirts of Geelong for a break and food for us, who had eaten nothing. We arrived at Sister's somewhat before 4pm. That is nearly a whole day out of my life!
Mother needed her nanny nap, so Sister, Bone Doctor, Little Jo, R and myself went for a beach walk. Sister remembered that R only eats fish on Good Friday, and so made a Thai fish curry. Lamb chops were cooked for Mother and Little Jo. We were back at the Highrise by 9.15, tired but relieved. We did more than our duty. You would not believe the luggage mother brought with her, that we had to transfer from ABI's car to ours. There was a suit case, two pillows, five tops loose, three carry bags and her handbag and the very conspicuous clear plastic bag with all her medications on display. 'Look how ill Mother is! Look at all her medicines'.
Bone Doctor: I am not getting the doctor on call for her tomorrow.
Me: You are the doctor on call tomorrow. Ok, you are not calling in a favour from a colleague to attend her.
Bone Doctor: Correct. She can fucking well go in an ambulance.
Me: You are expecting another stunt like last Easter?
Bone Doctor: Yes.
Referring back to the weekend before when it was Mother and R's birthday and R's sister and bro in law were here:
Mother: Bone Doctor gave my friends' Margaret and Nigel a kiss goodbye. She never gives me a kiss. Margaret delighted in pointing that out to me.
Me: Yes Mother.
Everyone in my extended family gets along well, except for Mother and Bone Doctor. I don't know why. Mother's children just ignore her nonsense. Perhaps she knows how to push R's and Bone Doctor's buttons.
R with sympathy, Bone Doctor with anger.
Sister was planning to go to the football by train on Monday. Instead she will drive and deliver Mother, and her luggage, to us, for us to take her home. If carefully planned, it could be just two hours out of our day. But no, it will be a whole afternoon to get Mother home.
Who stole my public holiday? Have you picked up that I moan and whinge?
On a nicer note, R's sister's daughter sent us a nice FB note thanking us for looking after her Mam while she was here. K has returned to England full of brim and enthusiasm.