Oh f*** is what I want to type but instead, golly, gosh and bother. Armed with umpteen documents from doctors, a specialist and the department of social security Mother and her carer ABI Brother are staying here tonight. ABI Brother is having a skin cancer removal at a nearby hospital tomorrow. They need these to travel outside their five kilometre limit.
Mother's ears are full of wax that can only be cleared by an expert but she needs to go to another town and she is COVID fearful so she can't hear well. ABI Brother shouts at her and she replies, I am not that deaf.
She walked to the balcony door to go outside to smoke and then walked back inside to get her walker to walk to the balcony door. Go figure.
For a one night stay she brought the kitchen sink and the washing machine. She is now about to die because she forgot Muscopan Forte, except she quickly forgot about it.
ABI Brother is a bit drunk, loud and annoying.
R and I argued about their visit before they arrived. It is as bad as we thought.
My ensuite will be covered in talcum powder tomorrow after Mother showers.
Better go as Creeping Jesus keeps passing me by as she ricochets between the balcony, the kettle, the bathroom and the spare bedroom.
Oh no, there is ABI Brother's lilo to pump up. Three slightly sozzled men, well me just advising and Mother supervising. I think the reason I fell flat on my face on the lilo was low blood pressure.