The trouble with spontaneity is that while I have posts scheduled to publish to Sunday, I can't write about now. Of course I can. It is my blog and I can do what I like.
R works three days a week in a caring profession and gets paid a measly amount for it. But every so often he does volunteer caring profession work, that is take Mother out. We children don't allow her to do this to us, but she gets under R's skin. He alternates from feeling sorry for her and being very annoyed with her manipulative behaviour. Today it was lunch, bank, two supermarkets, newsagent and three chemists. Mother's shoes are seriously broken and R told the chemist lass to not let Mother leave without buying shoes. Ultimately it worked, with 100 odd shoes spread around, she did decide on pair. Oh, I can't afford them. Can I put them on laybuy? R paid, meaning I will pay. Half way along the way, she needed the chemist lass to check her blood pressure. Your heart rate is a little low. Better see your Doctor. Mother is at the doctor's about twice a week.
Mother's doorbell seems to go off in the middle of the night when it is raining or damp. Bone Doctor reckons she imagines it. Tradie Brother installed a new doorbell and she hates it. It is too loud, she complains. I could put cotten wool in my ears and not hear the old one. R unsuccessfully tried logic and how good it was that Tradie Brother put in a new door bell for her, but she would not have a bar of it.
ABI Brother is now permanently staying at Mother's place overnight after the local murder. That cannot go on. He struggles enough with day to day, let alone having to do that.
What really has Mother freaked at the moment is her best friend and her experience. She lives a bit out of Dandenong and she went outside to have a cigarette and feed the possums at her outdoor heater. She was grabbed around the neck by a bloke who appeared from nowhere and told her his car had broken down. Fast of mind, she said, let us sit down and sort this out. He did sit down and kept muttering about his broken down car. He then picked up the poker that was at the side of the outdoor heater. She managed to back inside, slammed the door shut and locked it and ran down to her son at the back of the house. I know the layout of the house. Her son's back of the house reeks of dope but he chased the bloke off.
Mother's friend did not report it to the police, as she feared repercussion as the violator knows where she lives.
So the next time you read about about the reduction of crime in Victoria, do take a cynical view.