Sunday, February 20, 2011
Pushing on up the hill
Life is rather trying these days. I know we’re not suffering from famine, flood, fire, earthquake or terminal illness and I’m glad about that and extremely sorry for those who are. And we have the grandbaby to look forward to, which is very nice indeed. But apart from that… things are grey. We no longer have the jolly young people around much (which leaves a big gaping hole in our lives) but have a lot of responsibility for the older ones. There’s my poor confused aunt, who is living these days in a condition of constant bewilderment and is also very deaf, so that she can no longer in any real way understand what I’m bellowing in her ear. And there’s my mother, who is in a much better state but is apt these days to insist that she is right and I am wrong about a variety of things.
Such as today. For the first time for ages, she was upstairs in our house and looked into our upstairs bathroom.
She: You told me that there was only a shower in here, not a bath, and look – there is a bath.
Me: I wouldn’t have said that. I know there’s a bath. We had it put in.
She: You told me off for saying there was a bath. I distinctly remember it. I can’t remember why we were discussing it but I said there was a bath and you said there wasn’t and you told me off for it.
Me: [grinds teeth].
And that sort of thing.
It doesn't really matter, I know. But. Gah. Grump. Whinge. Moan.
Tell me about something cheerful in your life. Please.