Yesterday was one of those days where, if I had known in advance what it was going to be like, I would have skipped it somehow.
It was a series of bad news, things not working and a visit from a honcho from the Health Service.
Now the visit in itself wasn’t too bad. It was a new girl who we hadn’t seen before and she was very concerned about Herself’s mobility, and in particular the difficulty of getting her in and out of bed. I had to demonstrate a couple of times how I manage to get her shifted and that nearly put my back out again.
To cut a long story short, she decided what Herself needed an orthopaedic bed or some such and that she would arrange for one. I asked if it was like one of those hospital beds with levers for absolutely everything and she said it was. I pointed out that for one thing they would never get it upstairs, and if they did that the floor would probably give way.
We pondered this for a moment and Honcho announced that the bed would have to go downstairs, and the only place available was the back room which is still full of junk. I wasn’t too worried as the chances of actually getting one of those beds was slim.
I got a phone call this morning. Honcho’s boss was ringing to tell me that they had a plentiful supply and when could they deliver it! I thought our health service was supposed to be broke? Anyhows I told her to hold off for a bit so she said she’d phone back in a fortnight.
So now I have to clear out that room. It really is a fucking nightmare and is going to take me an age. Also Herself has announced that she wants the room redecorated before she moves in. I told her she was damned lucky I wasn’t shifting her to an Old Folks’ Home.
The long and the short is that I probably will be missing from posting for a while.
I’m only fitting this in during a brief two hour break from lugging shit around the house.
The good news is that I have just been given a present of two litres of whiskey.
Talk amongst yourselves.