It was a sunny and pleasant start to the day, so we thought about a trip Down South to visit my Mum.
We decided not to ring in advance and would just take pot luck as it would be nice to have a day out.
After doing the basics on the boat (topping up water tank, cleaning out loo cassette and sweeping through), we set off just after 10.15, and after having a quick walk with the dog (2 wees and a poo) and getting fuel, calculated our arrival about 1pm allowing for a dog potty break.
OK, that was probably dinner time, and we didn’t expect to be fed, but if plans were to nip next door to the club for lunch as they sometimes do, then maybe we could go too, so I made sure I had some cash in my purse.
We settled on a different route to the one we’ve traveled lately in the hope that a particular road would now be open and take about 15 miles off our journey.
Sadly it was still shut due to a landslide, so we headed off along the main road, and I got the map book out to find an alternative way to get where we wanted to go.
It was interesting.
We found ourselves driving along single track roads with 20% gradients in both directions praying to the Road God that no-one would be coming the other way, and in a field I saw the biggest RAM ever. Either that or it was a very large woolly hay bale with horns.
Apparently everyone was getting over a flu type bug (made cross with fingers and stepped back 5 paces), and Mum had just gone upstairs for a rest.
Whilst kettle was boiling and Sir Barkalot was being his usual pain, I nipped up to see Mum, who seemed pleased to see me. She said she’d be down in a minute, so I told her not to rush.
Over a cup of tea and offered biscuit, Sis said Mum wasn’t remembering things very much at all now, hadn’t been eating and was feeling a bit down because of this cold thing.
My niece then arrived and they were intending to go out together for a couple of hours.
We said we’d hang on a bit to spend some time with Mum, who as it happened had actually fallen asleep.
Sis and Niece go merrily off, Sir Barkalot merrily barks, Maggie tries to find a corner to hide, and Hubby put the kettle on for another cup of tea, still tucking into the biscuits.
Sir Barkalot would not shut up, and even when he did
paws pause for breath, he started again every time we so much as moved. I’m glad we don’t live next door.
By 10 to 3, the continuous barking was driving us both nuts, so as I’d written a short note to Mum in case she’d thought she was dreaming, I took it upstairs. She was awake, so we had a little chat, and I left her warm and snug in bed after asking her if she wanted anything to eat or drink, both of which she declined.
This was just as well as there was no bread or cake, nothing suitable in the fridge, and we’d scoffed all the biscuits.
She was asleep again before I reached the back door, despite Sir Barkalot continuing his barkathon for England from the end of her bed.
We left a note for my sister (apologising for eating all the biscuits) as she hadn’t returned by the time we left. We didn’t want to leave it too late getting back as the weather was due to turn, and we’re likely to have another bouncy night with high winds again.
My Mum is not well, and it’s not just the flu or dementia thing, so I am hoping Sis will call the doctor if she continues not to eat.
I’m hoping she’ll let me know if she does, and what the outcome is.
I’m also hoping that Mum will remember our visit today, however fleetingly.