Day #55 > WEDNESDAY 17th DECEMBER
Usual start to the day, but very cold outside so we only walk Abel to the end of the hill & back – 15 minutes tops. Mum seems ok but thrown a bit by the cold – worrying almost – but she does warm up both physically & mentally as the day progresses.
Bob preps her breakfast – but drops some cereal on the floor. Amazingly with such a well publicised bad back he manages to reach to the floor & pick up the said cereal, popping it back into the bowl deftly. Mmmm. He then uses aforementioned hand to plunge into a big bag of blueberries, pulling a handful out & scattering them over the cereal. Yuck. I mention the health hazard of the kitchen floor & now it’s in the blueberries – not to mention Mum’s breakfast – but it falls on deaf ears. Literally . . .
Quiet morning – much moaning about the temperature outside though, although it’s only around 4C, so not freezing – & at one point I ask if they ever did have their flu jabs? Nope, came Bob’s reply. Ok, conversation over.
Around 11.30am Mum came to me & said that she & Bob were going out to get flu jabs. Surprise surprise! Did I want to come she asked. ‘Well Mum, may I put it like this, if you’d like some Bob time then why don’t you two just head out together?’ She took this to Bob, as decisions seem to be tricky today, & returned with Bob’s musings that it would be very boring & I didn’t have to come if I didn’t want to. ‘Mum,’ I repeated, ‘if you’d like some time together with just Bob – me out of the way – then please please do go together, but if you’d prefer me to come along rather than it just be the two of you out then I’ll gladly come.’ I said, trying my hardest not to make it sound obvious that I’d like to know if she wanted to go out only with Bob. ‘Oh, you better come too!’ She said. Well, we both know where we stand now eh.
Walgreens for flu shots, Lidls for some groceries & 14 Karat for some granola ingredients & we’re back at Deweyland within a couple of hours – although I note Bob twice hits the kerb when turning corners today. I’ve noticed it before, but today’s drive seems worse – nowhere near as fluid. Need to keep an eye on this.
Once we’re back I have some granola for lunch, & Bob makes Mum cheese & tomato on toast & has some soup himself. Nice. Mum nips out with Abel alone, & returns a few minutes later to say Dion would like to see me – within the next hour if I can. We both pop round there & Dion hands me Gina’s Deweyland testimony printouts that I’d requested, so I can leave one with the docs next week . . . Good.
Mum goes off for a siesta & my afternoon is busy doing nothing – a bit of typing & surfing – plus listing out what I believe needs to happen in this house in the future, & I return downstairs at 5.45pm to make dinner – salmon & kale tonight.
Mum’s in the kitchen & offers to help. She’s a little disorientated & it unfolds that she hasn’t had a great afternoon. After her siesta she simply said that ‘Bob was horrible’. She didn’t go into detail but it was again very noticeable that when she was stressed/unhappy her disorientation increased. I talked her through all, & she gradually improved, helping with the salad & once we ate around 6.30pm she was fine again.
Evening deja vu with Jeopardy & bed – but tonight I watched the new Grand Tour on Amazon in bed so actually laughed today!