Jackie has a ripper tale about when husband put some eggs on to boil and then went out.
While it is a bit different, ABI Brother also had an experience of helpful neighbours. He was away, having taken Mother down to the Bellarine to visit Sister for a couple of days at Christmas. He returned home to find his power and gas switched off and food spoiled in his refrigerator.
Someone was walking past his place and he thought he smelt gas at Brother's house. He called 000 and the full emergency services responded, fire brigade, police, State Emergency Service volunteers and his gas company.
It was ascertained that there was not a gas leak and no cause for alarm was found. However as a precaution, his gas and electricity was shut off. (Who ordered that?)
Brother took it in his stride. I would be mega pissed orf.
Brother with his acquired brain injury, ABI, is a strange specimen. He concerns himself with money down to the cent, yet has no compunction about spending $10,000 on a three week holiday following cricket in South Africa. He will lend Mother money, but she has to pay it back also to the cent, before he will lend her any more. Much of how he is now is a result of the rehabilitation by the Transport Accident Commission. I am not critical of them, because they did a marvellous job, but he is a bit strange at times. Before his accident, he had a mobile phone. That was more than a decade ago, yet he won't have one now. It will cost too much, he says.
For years he paid an ultra cheap broadband company for his internet, which didn't really work, to the point where he did not really know how to use the internet. He now pays quite a high price to our big telco and has excellent service. He does seem to be able to email at least and do some internet things.
He will fly into Melbourne at 6pm on Sunday and we have realised it is a convenient time for us to pick him up and bring him back here where he will stay the night before catching the train home. I emailed his Cape Town hotel to tell him. Who knows if that will work. Who would have thought how difficult a nine hour time difference would be to make a phone call, but it has proved to be so. I expect Grace would endorse that last last sentence.
Then I realised it was Grand Pricks week and my work had changed. Instead of not working Sunday and Monday, I am now not working Thursday and Friday. R will have to go to the airport on his own to pick up ABI Brother. What seemed like a kind thing to do has gone wrong and all fallen to R to do.
Later: The airport pickup went well and ABI Brother had a great holiday in South Africa. His favourite place was Cape Town.