After a stressful weekend with DD2, because DGD won’t take any milk in the daytime with DD2; and DS is awaiting the response to his EHCNA, I decided to relax and spend a few days researching my family tree. There was one branch left - my paternal grandmother’s. She died when DF was 18, and apparently he hated her; so I hardly know anything about her family. I never met any of them, as a child!
I was mortified to find her great grandfather was transported for life in 1844 to Tasmania, for a hanging offence then, but his sentence was commuted. His wife and young children disappeared from the records until 1871, when she reappeared, living with her daughter and son in law, as a “pauper”. I can only think they were in the workhouse? It was depressing that women and children were deliberately left with no means of support!
Anyway, I presume DD1’s care staff are still working, even though there’s no air con, unlike schools. We’ll find out tonight - probably complaints along the lines of “it’s fucking hot!” She likes swearing and sees no reason to stop! They could never introduce her to the patron, who’d probably get a dose of the unvarnished truth about their clothes!
Hot weather always increases her seizures!
She went swimming on Monday, which must have been lovely.