So she missed the call. But, very luckily, she looked at the phone before she went to bed last night and saw she had a voice message, it was from Emma, Valerie's daughter, reminding her of her aromatherapy session today.
BLIMEY.. CRIKEY.. That would have been grim beyond belief to have missed that! Now, the strange thing is that she knows she put it into her calender but when she checked her mobile for today, there was nothing listed! Grrr.. so naughty iPad is swallowing addresses and wicked HTC mobile is deleting calender dates.. this, folks, is not good!
Anyway, we got up today at a sensible time and off she went out of the house. To note, with extreme anger, that those bastards, the scaffolding company who she chased off our stretch of pavement on Tuesday morning, have broken our curb!
She spoke with Philip, the driver who works for the next door house, and he confirmed that it happened late yesterday afternoon and yes, it was done by the scaffolding lorry. Huh.. they are pretty stupid if they think we can't trace this lorry, all she has to do is call the Managing Agents.
Our pavements are hollow! Don't these idiots realise this? How she wishes they had got stuck like a lorry did last year further up the street, that cost them a pretty penny or two as the council threw the book at them to cover the cost of relaying the pavement and so did the owners of the house whose vaults underneath which had been tanked and turned into a kitchen.
Anyway, enough about stupid people.
She had a painful session with Valerie who picked up immediately the evil bacterial infection and who told her to go to see Doctor Katherine and then she worked on a lot of other stuff.. "wow, you've had a really difficult time, to say the least, haven't you?" said Valerie, mum explained a bit about the flat, me, the on-going damp situation and the stress. And made another appointment for the end of October.
On the way back she thought about going to have her hair cut but realised she was knackered, not a pretty word but it describes exactly how she felt. So, instead, she caught an 11 bus from Liverpool Street Station and then ambled up the street, arriving home at about half past three.
We had a very light, late lunch, then she fell into bed to sleep the sleep of the dead, to awake about half an hour ago, I had perched on her pillow quietly standing guard. No twitching or whistling was done, I was just making sure she was safe and sleeping properly.
Tomorrow is another day with lots of toing and froing to be done but tonight will be a quiet night for us and early to bed.. sometimes I have to just go with the flow and realise she's not that very young anymore and that she has had this horrid infection, the residue of which will take some getting rid of.
Got to take care of her, she's my mum, the only family I've got.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 21st, 2016.
BLIMEY.. CRIKEY.. That would have been grim beyond belief to have missed that! Now, the strange thing is that she knows she put it into her calender but when she checked her mobile for today, there was nothing listed! Grrr.. so naughty iPad is swallowing addresses and wicked HTC mobile is deleting calender dates.. this, folks, is not good!
Anyway, we got up today at a sensible time and off she went out of the house. To note, with extreme anger, that those bastards, the scaffolding company who she chased off our stretch of pavement on Tuesday morning, have broken our curb!
She spoke with Philip, the driver who works for the next door house, and he confirmed that it happened late yesterday afternoon and yes, it was done by the scaffolding lorry. Huh.. they are pretty stupid if they think we can't trace this lorry, all she has to do is call the Managing Agents.
Our pavements are hollow! Don't these idiots realise this? How she wishes they had got stuck like a lorry did last year further up the street, that cost them a pretty penny or two as the council threw the book at them to cover the cost of relaying the pavement and so did the owners of the house whose vaults underneath which had been tanked and turned into a kitchen.
Anyway, enough about stupid people.
She had a painful session with Valerie who picked up immediately the evil bacterial infection and who told her to go to see Doctor Katherine and then she worked on a lot of other stuff.. "wow, you've had a really difficult time, to say the least, haven't you?" said Valerie, mum explained a bit about the flat, me, the on-going damp situation and the stress. And made another appointment for the end of October.
On the way back she thought about going to have her hair cut but realised she was knackered, not a pretty word but it describes exactly how she felt. So, instead, she caught an 11 bus from Liverpool Street Station and then ambled up the street, arriving home at about half past three.
We had a very light, late lunch, then she fell into bed to sleep the sleep of the dead, to awake about half an hour ago, I had perched on her pillow quietly standing guard. No twitching or whistling was done, I was just making sure she was safe and sleeping properly.
Tomorrow is another day with lots of toing and froing to be done but tonight will be a quiet night for us and early to bed.. sometimes I have to just go with the flow and realise she's not that very young anymore and that she has had this horrid infection, the residue of which will take some getting rid of.
Got to take care of her, she's my mum, the only family I've got.
GeeGee Parrot.
September 21st, 2016.
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