The Crepe Escape

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We were getting to the end.

Well done - Crem - I could feel the pressure of nearing the end of the thread and didn't want to be the last poster. I can never think of snappy thread titles. Cool Name

Wilbur - just to add to the others - your thread was lovely and really thought provoking. Although personally I'd quite like to go like your Mum with all my faculties intact.

My Dad called me about "putting his affairs in order" having recently been to a family event where he was very shocked by an uncle with dementia who is his age. So it's all very jolly at the moment.

For me the difficulty is being so far away from them that I can't help and support them as they would like.

Great thread title Cremo!

Fab thread title, Crem!
MrsS, I do hope all the lazy sods at your current workplace fall flat on their faces once you are no longer there to prop them up and that this comes to the attention of some seriously senior.
I woke up at 5 this morning feeling guilty about not missing my dad.

Great thread title

BTM - speech wise mum is a bit slurry but I think this is down to fact her mouth/throat is sore where they incubated and she is, to put it mildly, knackered. She has a bit of memory loss, but again nothing major at the mo. I was joking that she is clearly feeling better because my dad is irritating her
I am in awe of NHS and everyone we have come across who are so patient and dedicated.
I live the furthest away from my folks and am going to need to go home at some point (job and ds), so we'll have to sort out rotas and all that. Dad is cancelling holidays and whatnot today (makes him feel he is in control) and by brothers have been fab. I now feel guilty that ds is an onlie and if that happened to me he'd be coping on his own. I want to go like my great aunt - in an instant whilst getting ready for bed.

MrsS how come no one has called AB?, how come he has got to sheer he is without anyone realising he is a total (nasty) waste if space? Good luck with the jobs!!

Stropps don't feel guilty about your dad.

Good luck with your phone calls this morning Mrs S. Even AB will become more bearable when you can start your 'count down to freedom!'. Once your new job is sorted, it will all just fall into place.

BD, glad to hear your mum is getting better. Being irritated by your dad is a sure sign of improvement...

Wibur, your post really moved me. When I lost my mum five years ago, she was the healthiest, funniest, most energetic of all the four gparents. She should have been the last to go. I do miss her, but I have a different and better relationship with my dad now (who is disabled) as we have spent so much more time together.

A week today, we will have completed the bulk of the GCSE's. Another 'passing of time' milestone! I will have a child doing major exams in nine of the next twelve years.....Definite increase in crepeyness alert

MrsS, adding my best wishes with sorting your new job and getting away from AB and all his crap. Is he English?

BD glad to hear about your DM. Mine suffered from her speech being affected permanently - not slurred but she has word-finding difficulties and muddles personal pronouns. I think she also finds it more difficult to follow what someone else is saying. However, that is all and it doesn't really have much of an impact on her life, thankfully!

Beachy, that is fab - finishing the GCSE's I mean

I have to confess, Wilbur's post made me cry. But then I am feeling more than usually emotional about my parents.

You know that book I've been making for my mum? Well, I sent it off all in good time, and was told it was on its way. Went out on Tuesday, and returned to a card saying UPS had tried to deliver it, and with a ring round option a - to go and pick it up from the nearest depot. Which of course isn't 'near', but in Barking. So off I go to Barking on Wednesday, only to be told that it's being redelivered. So I go home, only to find another card saying they missed me.

So I phone up, and the automated thingo says it will be delivered Thursday. So, I stay in all day, only for it to be 'left at the depot'. Someone forgot to put it on the van. So I phone up and rant madly at an operative, and they've promised faithfully it will be here this afternoon. If it doesn't arrive, I am going to cry.

BD - glad to hear about the improvement, I'm sure her early treatment will have helped enormously. My uncle had a stroke some years ago, which luckily his wife spotted straight away (always good to be married to an ER nurse ) and although it was quite serious initially, he has recovered amazingly, and like BTM's mum, just has some word recall issues towards the end of the day when he's tired.

Thanks for all your nice words about my mum and dad (Stropps, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty!), it's nice to be able to talk about them a bit here. In RL when you say you miss someone you haven't seen for 16 or 10 years, people can be a bit . And, as I said, there is a distinct sense now, alongside the loss, of having been spared something, or at least a relief that I won't have to do it again, the dashes to hospital and the worry. I feel such sympathy for those who are going through it now. For myself, on the days when I can convince myself I won't die at 60, I am planning a reckless and ridiculous old age, as pay back for having to be fully grown up before I was ready. So you are all invited to my 61st birthday party, which will be the kick off point for adventures and misbehaviour.

Oooh, and in other news, dh has been made permanent at work (he's been on rolling contracts since he started last April). Yay! They are also restructuring his dept a bit and he should get some juniors to help with the workload, so life will ease off for him a bit.

MrsS - everything crossed for good job news for you too.

Herbs raaaaaaaagh at the post office for you. This is the kind of nonsense that gives you grey hairs. Please make the book turn up today.

Bd that's the exact barometer of how my parents health is. If they are snipping at each other, then all is right with the world. So hope your mum gets better as the weekend progresses.

Mrs S all the best with job applications . It will be a huge relief to get away from AB.

Dh finally had a good nights sleep last night. For the first time in about 3 months . He seems calmer today as a result. There is vague talk of grass being cut in the jungle garden.
This is very positive

Herbs how and fingers crossed - I am very lucky to have kind neighbours who take stuff in for me and the post office depot is on my way to work, but I once had to trek off somewhere to rescue my new Kenwood Chef. It was worth it!

Wilbur, sympathies to you. I like the sound of your 61st though! And congrats to your DH

Cremo, grass cutting is good! Is it dry enough where you are? It's very grey here.

Just about BTM . Although still very chilly. I am so ashamed of the garden at the minute that I keep drawing the blinds. Dh is standing out in the overgrown weed displayveg patch looking disconsolate. May have to steer him back inside. simply cannot watch Chelsea Flower Show this year without feeling and pathetic .
Farmer is out putting slurry on the fields so it must be going to rain soon.

Vile, isn't it, BTM.

Herbs, that is PANTS. Wilbur, good for DH. BD, great news about your mum.

Wilbur - many congrats to your DH. And don't worry about me and my loony early-morning guilt-trip: my remark was only meant to express my utter bemusement at my ridiculous subconscious which is clearly working while I am asleep to dream up new nonsensical things for things for me to be neurotic about. :) Anyway, live long and prosper and may you have a jolly fine 61st b-day and many thereafter.

MrsS, best of luck and I hope something turns up very soon to make the last few weeks in AB's company somewhat bearable.

Crem, hope the upward trend continues for your dh. And the grass gets cut. :)

Herbs, hope the book is winging its way to you right now.

BD, hope the good news keeps on coming.

Dd has suddenly come over super-studious: there are science revision notes plastered all over the house in the strangest places (found one on the muesli box in the larder this morning) and ds was particularly enjoying reading about photosynthesis from the notes on the wall in the loo this morning. Dd got up early and went in to school for maths club at 8am. I happened to see her teacher later (during an exam) and he said "Oh yes, we ate pastries and discussed some stuff". I'd probably go into school an hour early for free cakes.

BTM - usually most of our parcels end up at the neighbours, but Apple (maker of the book) stipulates it won't deliver 'high value' items to non-addressees. Without signing a form, anyway.

Right. It's supposed to arrive between 2.30 and 5.30 today. Or I'll be chopping some knackers off.

Breathe easy, and stand down. The book has arrived! Naturally I now see lots of errors, such as putting vital pictures too close to the gutter, etc, but that's the peril of a publishing background I guess.

Amusingly, my sis had ordered a huge cake in the shape of an 80. She's currently having her house extended and knocked around, and left the cake in what she thought was a safe corner. She returned from the school run to find her Albania carpenter has eaten a big chunk out of the 8. My how she laughed. Her head builder is now frantically driving around Surrey in search of a replacement.

Fab

at piece being eaten - cheeky fukcer!

He apparently didn't realise it wasn't for him - instructions got lost in translation - and was in tears when he realised what he'd done...

How could he have thought a massive 80 cake in a posh box could possibly have been for him?

Oh well, I'm sure your DM will see the funny side

Can you bridge the gap with sealant, Ruby-style?

Wow, your sister must have some scary looks, herbs, you don't reduce Albanians to tears easily! Although I would have expired on the spot in a huge explosion of rage and panic, so double credit to her for getting the builder to sort out a replacement and not just killing him. If all else fails, I suggest some fancy cupcakes arranged on a nice board (which the builders can certainly supply, sanded and painted) in the shape of an 80?

Crem, glad dh is feeling incrementally better - lawn mowing is very therapeutic. Dh usually does it with headphones in and the world tuned out. I always feel at Chelsea Flower Show on the tv too. I'd love to go one year but I'd probably end up buying something ridiculous - an entire rose garden or water feature or 600 bulbs. I have been enjoying the random stuff that has come up in our garden this spring though, all of which we just missed last year as it was before we moved in. We have masses of a type of wild garlic, which is very pretty if a bit smelly, and even had a load of frittillaries (sp?) pop up. And from a distance, even the nettles and moss look lovely shades of green.

I am sniggering because lovely fellow-mum tells me DD1's pic is all over the boys' comp - both girls did a music course there at Easter, and the school is v keen to have photographic evidence of Coeducational Activities. So there is apparently one of DD1 'looking v studious'.

I am secretly wondering whether this will lead to Admirers as I am obviously convinced DD1 is the most gorgeous 12 year old on the planet

LOL at the cake - indeed, how could he possibly have thought it was for him?

I am on megadose of antibiotics for an unpleasant infection. Doc said I had got to him just in time, as if I had left it any later, it would have had to have been iv antibiotics. If no better I have to go back on Monday. Not sure if I can drink with them, either.

The DDs have gone to the school dance. DD2, who has "interesting" dress sense has gone in a yellow T shirt, with a picture of sushi on the front and the slogan "this is how I roll" teamed with short denim shorts and red knee high Converse. And her hair is loose, so we will be having screaming tomorrow when it is brushed (it is bum length and curly and knots easily). DD1 looks positively staid in comparison. I offer her up as competition with the Inferiorette as most gorgeous 12 year old on the planet. (Actually they do look a bit alike!)

oh dear I just exhaustedly sent someone an email grumbling about her, intended for someone else, and am having to do some fancy footwork telling lies to get out of it.

MI!

I am sooooo exhausted. Just one more Friday and then it will be better