Once again Mother walked all over us. To recap, ABI had to go to a near to us private hospital for a stage 1 skin melanoma removed. Mother told us she would like to stay a couple of nights here while he recovered. No Ma, we are going to Sydney but you can stay one night, so that is what happened.
By 10am ABI Brother's surgery had been done he was ready to pick up. I drove his car and picked him up at the hospital, with a stop off at a chemist and a bakery on the way. His car is a manual gear change. What a pain in the arse. After getting caught in bus for train substitution at Caulfield Station, we eventually reached the freeway. I had put my glasses on and checked his gear stick. Yes, there is a fifth gear. On the freeway at 100 km/h, ABI Brother said you have one more gear to go. Ah, sixth. That is nicer to drive.
Of course Mother always thinks these things through and catches us on our back feet. What we should have done is told ABI Brother to drive to the hospital from his place in the early morning. I would come and find his car and would would pick him up after his surgery, drive him home and then catch the train home.
There was absolutely no need for Mother to be here and stay, and she was a total pain in the arse, endlessly moaning, whinging and whining.
Take two. I would just take him home in our car and drive home myself. My mother has done our heads in.