My mother was diagnosed with vascular dementia in 2010. This is a blog about coming to terms with her absent mind.

Thursday, 8 September 2011

I found the Lost Post!!

I know I've already blogged about this but I'm so thrilled I've found the original version I just have to post it. Next time it happens I must remember to look in the editing bit for saved drafts... *looks stupid*

New gates installed (pics to follow), two van loads of stuff taken to the tip. We are both shattered and just waiting for the roast potatoes to finish cooking before wading into a much deserved roast dinner - seven hour roast shoulder of lamb, Yorkshires, roasties, carrot and turnip, cauliflower, greens, cheesy leeks and gravy with fresh mint sauce and redcurrant jelly.

Ma has been a bit teasey today because she's been left on her own a lot due to us shovelling stuff into bags and boxes. So we had a few tears and sulky behaviour because no one had been to visit - well, other than Betty who came for an hour or so. But clearly she doesn't count.

She's eaten well enough today - half a scrambled egg with half a slice of toast, two potato waffles with three (three!!) chicken dippers and a small slice of orange sponge with custard.


I do love a good clear out once I'm up to speed. Two van loads takes some doing though.

Things we've disposed of:

a marble-topped monstrosity of a coffee table - one of the four golden carp holding it up was broken. Even if it hadn't been this was a crime against taste and had to go. (Gill think Despot Bedroom Chic)

Three broken plastic garden tables.

A huge roof rack last used in about 1936. Would fit your finest charabanc.

Roughly fifteen boxes of sundry shite - ie a carrier bag filled with used candles another full of blown lightbulbs, 77 feet of anonymous cable, a box of mortice locks (old replaced mortice locks), thirteen cubic feet of ancient tacky Tupperware including 64 lids, none of which fitted anything, 33 almost empty tins of paint... also two rubble bags filled with leafmold, 23 dead orchid plants and two boxes of chipped or cracked glassware/crystal etc.

1 comment:

  1. I've had two skips, THREE times. Have now decided on division of labour basis, garage is mans domain. :)