So, I get back from hockey yesterday a bit later than usual, about 4pm – and Mum's sitting in the lounge, in front of the TV which has gone off, without the light on, looking a bit blue.
Me: 'Hey Mum, how you doing?'
Mum: 'Well I'm feeling a bit sad actually, no-one came to give me any lunch'
Me: 'Really? That's very unlike Silviya, she said this morning she'd be back at 12 noon, for 2 hours'
Mum: 'Well, she didn't come'.
Me: 'That's really weird. What did you do? Are you hungry?'
Mum: 'Well., no, I'm alright actually. I went to the kitchen and took a sandwich out of the cupboard'
Me: 'But I didn't leave you a sandwich – and it wouldn't have been in the cupboard….'
(Cue shuffling around the kitchen, checking the fridge for what might be missing and in the bin for any telltale wrappers)
Me: 'Does having a pea & ham M&S risotto and a creme caramel for pud ring any bells Mum?'
Mum: 'No, certainly not. No-one came and I had a sandwich'
Me: 'Well, did you also do a white wash and hang the duvet cover over the stairs and the rest of it on the airer in our bathroom on the top floor?'
Mum: 'No-ooooooooooooo……..'
And so it then sank in that maybe Silviya had (of course) been and fed Mum, and done the wash, and changed Mum's bed!
Quite a relief, but blimey it means I've got to know what's in the firdge – and what on earth I ate myself. Was starting to think I'd hoovered the risotto in the night as it was the first thing that needed to go…..
Ah the thrills and spills of Stroud Road. Mum right now is out at church and H is umpiring in the peeing rain (that'll teach him to try and avoid house jobs on a Sunday) so I have just watched one episode of the Big C (still very good, if a slightly weird viewing choice) and a very good Home Makeover thingy on my tod, a nice Sunday treat before she is returned home by a kind church person.
And H & I have just put her upstairs living room back together since it was painted this week, so who knows, she might like to sit up there this afternoon and a bit more rainy-day sofa-lounging, maybe even with luxury Sunday Times, could be in order…
Happy days! Sx