Mum's a bit miffed at my Uncle. He decided he isn't going to the hospital today, he's going to play balls instead. He's not even going to look after his grandkids either. The children usually are looked after by my Aunt Ros, they tried to get them in the holiday club at Spring Hill, but it's full this year. So my Mum has them until their Dad finishes work, and then my cousin, Mum and myself are off to the hospital.
I'm suprised how well my Uncle has coped. I called him ruffty tuffty before, well he is, being an exbuilder and a lazy git as well. It's family legend that he shouts for my Aunt to turn over the tv if he can't find the remote control. I know he loves her, and I think he's been brilliant. When she was in Queen's Park for seven weeks, he was there every minute of visiting time. I know he must be at breaking point, for him to cry infront of me and let himself be hugged by your's truly, must have been hard. Perhaps he just needs a day off, and playing balls will recharge his batteries, and he'll go tomorrow.
Mum called me late last night for a camp, [again is this just our family, or do other people have a good camp, meaning natter?] Mum was saying how if it was a blood relative, you'd go to see someone who was sick, regardless of anything. Men in general came in for some stick, with the statement that men can only cope with so much then give up, women have, and do, go on until they drop.
Happily Mum doesn't class me along with my gender brothers, and having a foot in both camps, so to speak, does have it's advantages.
Anyone may be wondering why I, with all this spare time, haven't looked after my cousin's children. I do keep offering, and have done, but I seen as the last resort because I haven't been sleeping well again. I got to sleep at 5.30 am this morning and the children would have to be looked after by 8.30 am. I have offered again for tomorrow, we'll see what happens, they are thinking of me but I'm ok.
Anyway, the picnic is packed, and l'm waiting to hear what time we are off to the hospital. Auntie Ros seemed more herself yesterday, pitifully weak and still unable to eat or drink, but not as confused. Fingers crossed for today.
I'm suprised how well my Uncle has coped. I called him ruffty tuffty before, well he is, being an exbuilder and a lazy git as well. It's family legend that he shouts for my Aunt to turn over the tv if he can't find the remote control. I know he loves her, and I think he's been brilliant. When she was in Queen's Park for seven weeks, he was there every minute of visiting time. I know he must be at breaking point, for him to cry infront of me and let himself be hugged by your's truly, must have been hard. Perhaps he just needs a day off, and playing balls will recharge his batteries, and he'll go tomorrow.
Mum called me late last night for a camp, [again is this just our family, or do other people have a good camp, meaning natter?] Mum was saying how if it was a blood relative, you'd go to see someone who was sick, regardless of anything. Men in general came in for some stick, with the statement that men can only cope with so much then give up, women have, and do, go on until they drop.
Happily Mum doesn't class me along with my gender brothers, and having a foot in both camps, so to speak, does have it's advantages.
Anyone may be wondering why I, with all this spare time, haven't looked after my cousin's children. I do keep offering, and have done, but I seen as the last resort because I haven't been sleeping well again. I got to sleep at 5.30 am this morning and the children would have to be looked after by 8.30 am. I have offered again for tomorrow, we'll see what happens, they are thinking of me but I'm ok.
Anyway, the picnic is packed, and l'm waiting to hear what time we are off to the hospital. Auntie Ros seemed more herself yesterday, pitifully weak and still unable to eat or drink, but not as confused. Fingers crossed for today.
Hope Aunty Ros is much better and as for you, rest up and hope you feel better soon xxxxxxxx