Monday, August 12, 2019

Mother Ernergency

'Oh dear what can that matter be

My poor old mother got locked in the lavatory.'

Yep, she did. ABI Brother had just left to go to the pub for a drink and would not be back for a while. He doesn't take his phone out with him as he is scared of losing it, that would be my old phone, years old and worth nothing. Rather than locked in, I think it was a jammed door, but no matter, Mother pressed her emergency pendant alarm and a voice boomed from somewhere, Mrs C, what is the problem? I am locked in, she yelled from the toilet. Call Allan or Darryn, a friend and neighbour respectively. Darryn wasn't answering his phone but eventually his wife did and drove up and came to Mother's rescue.

I don't know how she gets herself in such situations. Once when late step father had a caravan in her backyard, she locked herself in and it was a very warm day. I think she was there for a good while until someone heard her yells.

Little Jo tells her nan, please nan, shut the toilet door when you are in there. No, I am scared of being locked in, so I am not sure why in the case she shut the door.

Well, nothing like the truth to spoil a good story. The above was from me after reading a letter from Mother and her copperplate writing has become shaky. She was locked in her bedroom. She went in to have her afternoon nap but forgot something. The external door handle had fallen off with the spline? and so the door would not open. One other long time female friend turned up too to unlock her after she was set free.

We've had a family weekend and R is so crabby. We sat up until 11 last night waiting for Bone Doctor and Little Jo to come here to stay after they saw a performance, held in the Hawthorn Town Hall where I used to at times go ballroom dancing in about 1978. We chatted until midnight and went to bed, far later than we would normally. Little Jo was so tired, she slept until we woke her at 9.10. R cooked us pancakes and they went on their way.

Sister is Queensland catching some better weather, but via Little Jo, Sister is always on Bone Doctor's back. After a full day of doing things for Little Jo, we asked Bone Doctor if she would like a Scotch before bed. Yes please, she replied. Twelve year old Little Jo said to her mother, do you really think it is good idea to have that? I suppose slapping the face of a child is illegal but I truly could have slapped Little Jo's face at her insolence towards her mother. Bone Doctor does no end of effort for Little Jo and should not be spoken to like that. Yet, the child was only saying what Sister might have said to Bone Doctor.

Did I say R was getting crabby?

We had said we would take Mother out for lunch this Sunday after not having seen her for a few weeks while we were travelling. That was before we knew that Bone Doctor and Little Jo would be staying the night before. It was all a bit much for R, and he became very crabby.

We took Mother out for lunch and ABI Brother came along too. Mother is cold at his place. I told ABI Brother, you are getting paid to look after Mother. Turn you heating up and make sure she is warm. He replied, I will be in a singlet. I replied, if that is what it takes.

So, a fifty minute drive there and a fifty minute drive back. No trucks on the road on Sunday. Lunch took a while. Mother does manage to string out a pot of tea.

Not so bad. Home by 4pm. Where is my wallet and phone? After searching, I correctly guessed I had left them at Mother's. I think she had gone for a sleep but after I rang three times, she did answer and confirmed my phone and wallet were on the table. R said, get them tomorrow. I said, no, traffic is light now, I will be back by 6pm, and I pretty well was.

R is exhausted. I am just weary. It is 8.40pm and I just heard R snore in his lounge chair. Did I mention he is ever so crabby?

Edited and R's great nephew photo removed.

18 comments:

  1. Dear, dear what can the matter be,
    Three old ladies locked in the lavatory,
    They were there from Monday to Saturday,
    Nobody knew they were there...
    Lyrics to a ditty my father used to sing.
    I do feel for R. I am grumpy when tired. And often tired.
    I hope this week is restful for you both.

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    1. EC, as I kind of remember it. I can't remember from who I learnt it.

      Pretty nice and restful Monday, with some ironing done, the last of the holiday washing and the car washed with brunch out.

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  2. Sound like not dull moment.
    Coffee is on

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    1. Dora, I suppose we should be grateful for social times, but it is a struggle at times.

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  3. Wow you fitted so much into the weekend,after a long trip it takes a while for us to recover, its amazing how much more energy we had when we were young.

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    1. Cheryl, when we agreed to take Mother out, we knew nothing about Bone Doctor wanting to stay or that we would have to stay up late. It was just too much.

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  4. At 13 locked myself in the lav in Bermuda. They had a weird knob on the door. My parents had to call for help.
    Left my wallet and phone in the car the other day. Getting forgetful!

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    1. Oh dear
      What can the matter be
      Poor Maribeth is locked in the lavatory.

      Yeah, that works.

      It is rare I do something so stupid. R being in a mood did not help.

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  5. I locked myself into a new wetsuit once. I'd ordered it by mail-order, and I tried it on as soon as it arrived. The closing system was new to me and I couldn't work-out how to get it off again. I ended-up phoning the makers, and they explained the new mechanism. I felt such an idiot.

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    1. Good one Cro. You made me laugh.

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  6. Such a little cutie :)
    I'm not at all surprised R is crabby, after an overseas two week holiday, you need an equivalent amount of time alone at home to recover.
    I got locked in a toilet once, at the shoe factory, when the locked jammed and I had to climb out over the door where a friend was waiting to help me down.
    Perhaps a quiet word to Little Jo about not saying things like that unless she is at home?

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    1. River, the tour was two weeks but we were away for nearly five weeks.

      You must have pretty fit to climb over the door.

      While I would have loved to say something to Little Jo, it is not my place so I keep my mouth shut.

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  7. Yup ditto everything River said above, including the toilet mishap, not a shoe factory though, a restaurant 😊

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    1. Grace, very hard to climb over a door with any kind of elegance.

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  8. Oh my, I haven't heard that song since my days of pubbing!!!
    I would seriously have thought of smacking Little Jo too.
    The nephew is absolutely adorable.

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    1. Jackie, it would be such a good pub song. Little Jo does not seem to know how to respectfully talk to adults. He is adorable.

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