friday a weeks gone

Bit of a mad one.Jeans been running round sorting her mum out, I am trying to sort Christmas, Ally is making us proud with great mock results. We had a fairly good weekend, Jean had a mad day at work heating broke relocate patients and all staff by 5pm. Asbestosfound in boiler room nice, then its Monday night and off to the cathedral. It was Allys carol service. Not many singers but a an impressive site. I got quite tearful at one point realising that this was the first one I had been two. At first it was coxz i was too big, then post surgical, then depressed. Sort of makes me feel like I have come a long way - which intself makes me feel tearful. Get home and relax with a bevy. Bed woken by the news that Uncle Billy has been rushed to A&E. Mums distraught. Doesnt sound good about an hour later news comes through hes dead. RIP Billy.
Billy was always my favourite uncle aled up, with a cigar, pink shirt with a ruffled front sort of a rocker hair style. He would encourage me to have a beer from about the age of 6. He always gave me a few bob and was always good humoured. I shall be raising a glass to him on the 30th a fine man. He and Pat could still turn a fairly mean jive too. He had a pacemaker fitted a few years ago and has had TIA's so I guess it was coming - I feel sorry for Pat and the kids that it came at such a bad time of the year.
So round to Mums Tuesday after liason with sis. Change hours to be worked across three days. In to work late, Louise is cool, home and Jeans off to her mums to shower her with Ruth. I discuss mum with Mary - seems to have gone well at Pats- much initial wailing and gnashing but then the three sisters settle. They are pleased to be joined by Ann (their sister in law) who is terminally ill and Ronnie the brother. Other Brother not present. It amazes me how old people just get on with it, we would have counselling, 3 months off and all sorts. These just are all fairly chipper the next day. My dad (one of 14 of whom only 7 made 21) once told me death wasso much more common and families dealt with it together. I remember when I was little all the sisters lived within 23 streets of me nan. That we went up in the world and moved out to Garston - or Allerton if you are my mum.
Jean comes home distraught her mum isnt good ona variety of levels.
Tescos maintain their vendetta against me.
ie refused payment on my card sunday despite dosh in bank
rang bank & tesco monday am both deny all blame and blame the other.
Monday afternoon refused at checkout escorted to service desk phoned thro its ok.
Tuesday night - home shopping man fones card referred. Looks like I may have to drive to Swan to pay me getting angry now. Phones back its been authorised. Jolly nice chap delivers it (a good honest artisan) he gets a tip - (and it was sort ya fecking IT out).
Jean announces we are stressed - oh good its official - we are running essential services only. First casualty Christmas cards. People we know know we having a crappy time.
Wednesday repeat cycle mums work etc. Jean comes in stressed and knakkered send her to bed. Ruth rings we discuss options as it seems unlikely that Bea will be able to leave house for Christmas day. All sorts is discussed two lunches, I am afraid I cant do lunch for 14 ina strange kitchen- apols if I am unreasonable.Ruth and Paul off to a wedding - who in their right mind arranges something like a wedding the wednesday before christmas. Yeah Elton John.
Thursday repeat wednesday add in a trip with Ally to the doc, festives at Sefton suite. Got my first pay cheque for what my job broker describes as good honest work, it is permitted work so it doesnt effect my benefit. Drop off script take mum to asda purchase turkey pork and other sundries. Home Colin comes round Jean remembers we have to invite the old lady Eleanor next door for Sunday. Happy days, serve three separate meals head up bum. Jean calls from Beas change of plan we take all our food from here to Ruth and Pauls they cook there. I do not adapt well to things changing on the fly so I have to work through every permutation of what can and cant go wrong. I lapse into catatrophising mode and flip. hey ho. After about an hour I sort of get back down on level ground. Start planning - it actually means less graft/stress for us. Just need to deal with the self esteem issues here. So start working it out go for a walk with Ally. Getting there.
Woken with a call from Alan at something to 8am Bea been taken by ambulance to the Royal "gone of her feet" send Jean ack to bed and tidy kichen, mumble at rabbit and start shitting that dinner may be here now.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
PS Janet Evans from the matchworks said me blog getting boring. You should be working.