The weekend trip to Mum's went better than I expected. Either the drugs are bloody brilliant or she is really turning the corner but she was actually quite sweet and kind, really made an effort, remebered to ask after everyone, and just showed appreciation for all that was being done for her. That all makes me sound like a bitch expecting her to make the effort but I guess you have to know my Mum or be one of her children to appreciate just how bloody hard work she can be even on a good day let alone a bad one.
Karen made a lovely pie and Jade sat around, dozing and being a celebrity with her super big glasses on and just dozing through a hangover. I showed Mum how to re stock the bird feeders and we had a bit of a chat in the shed about houses, Lisa and Chris, wills and money. It seems she is settled where she is for a bit although of course she is feeling lonely but she is being positive and looking for things to do outside the house which is all very encouraging. I've said I'll take her on holiday if she wants to and she sounded very enthusiastic about that.
We had a pleasant dozing afternoon and later I went to Lisa's who looked dreadful and could hardly breathe. We talked about choices such as whether she works full time and buys the super dooper house they want or work less hours, have more time at home etc and buy a less super dooper house, the super dooper house is winning at the moment but at what cost, also there is the feeling that Lisa and Chris expect others to help them out which would be lovely if possible but none of us have been helped out to buy super dooper houses so welcome to the real world I'm afraid.
Sunday we went for a meal which was nice although lots of pressure was put on Mum to drop everything and just come down to Karen's right now, even so much as Chris volunteering to do the washing as Karen said it all smacked of desperation slightly.
We drove home making good time despite a detour to find a pretrol station which added to the in car excitement but home was lovely especially as Chris was there. I always appreciate my own little home much more when I get home. I just need to do more jobs around it such as the garden etc.
Tomorrow its Dad\s birthday and I've remembered to send a card to John who will miss Dad just as much if not more than any of us afterall he has known him the longest and being an identical twin it must feel wierd and detatched when your twin dies. I've felt sad and low since returning and keep thinking of all the things Dad has done and that I just won't be able to see or talk to him again. I thought I was recovered but I actually feel as sad as I did on the day of the funeral...the sense of loss is great.
Richard might be buying his car although the price has gone up from 2,000 to 2,500 so he might decline.
Work is okay although I am finding it hard to be motivated and slouch off early much too often but on the other hand I was in the office today and got hardly any work done due to conversations and stuff so maybe I shouldn't be too hard on myself afterall.
Urgh I hate this dreary dull time of year, the weather is horrible, no money, Christmas is gone and holidays are far away and I have my period...I also had a wonderful night last week with the delightful Mr V so thats one bright thing in my life.
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