Bit of a shit day managing Olds. Stress levels sky-high, tempers very much frayed, tears all over the place. But at last the log jam with social services has moved, and we're on our way to decisions on funding and long term placement for Ddad. It took a complaint to the director of social care's office, but we are now - fingers crossed - going to move more quickly through the system.
Dishwasher fixed, £90 call out - broken glass in the machine. Be careful, folks, with how you load.
EICR certification report back for rental flat, requires £500+ work to get the electrics up to current regs. It was all fine five years ago, but them's the (new) rules, and I am nothing if not super-compliant.
DS has met DGF for a shopping outing at Westfield today - spending their haul of tips from Ascot on new threads! They're home tonight 'at dinner time', the little darlings - I've decreed we will be Having Takeaway. I would love a glass of wine too, but I have my PT session tomorrow and wine tonight won't work. So I will do a home work out instead before I sit down to a carefully selected Thai. Today i've eaten on the run, at the care home, in the car, from a café, and it's been wall-to-wall carbs.
Trying to book a nice Devon bolthole for my birthday in October. Was hoping DH would organise it for me, but he is always amazed to find that the good places get booked up in advance, so I have made the enquiries, pencilled in the bookings, and asked him to take time off work. Fuck, I'm feeling cross today!