Good grief. We've been away for a few days with our family and my brother and his family and I thought I would do a little post just to say I wasn't dead. But then I find that the Blogger dashboard has become completely different and incomprehensible. I am not a person who likes completely different. There's a wee video to explain everything with a breezy-voiced young man chuntering on about it but I am not a person who likes things to be explained on a wee video - I like nice lists that I can ponder at length. Anyway, the video went blank after about five seconds, though not before it had highlighted a picture of a pencil and indicated that this was the way to get a new post. Or that's what I think it was indicating. So I'll have a go.
(Wail! Moan! Things fall apart!)
Anyway, I very seriously don't have time to do this so I shall spare you, for the moment, the details of where we went, what we did and what we have to do in the next few days. I'll give you a hint of the last of these:
Mother: We'll never get it all done. We have to hand the keys over on Friday.
Me: No, it's the next Friday. This Friday is the day that the auctioneers come and take things away.
Mother: You never told me that. No one ever told me that.
Me: This is the week we have to take away the things that our family said they wanted. We'll store them here till we see the children again. [My brother's family] have already taken the things they want.
Mother: But how on earth are you going to get [brother's family's] things to them?
Me: They've taken them.
Mother: But when?
Me: On Friday. When they were here.
Mother: No one told me that. No one told me what they were taking either.
Me: I gave you a list. You were quite happy with it. Look, here it is with your things.
Mother: I never saw that.
And so on. Sigh. Gnash. Rend garments. Chew lips.