This first pic wasn’t taken by me, but it pretty much sums up last weekend from H’s point of view. His Scottish cousins were down visiting and all the other cousins met up. This is H’s room and I’m afraid to say this is a fairly normal state of messiness. I am hoping to redecorate the room soon and then it will have to get tidier as it annoys me. It’s like an assault course to get to his wardrobe.
We went out for a family meal one day to met up with part of the family. My sister and I had a catch up one evening with an old mutual friend, which involved getting a lot of old photo albums out.
When H was back at school after the weekend I went out for a walk with my sister and her family. We went round Edgbaston Reservoir which isn’t that far out of the city centre, but it’s a real oasis for wildlife.
I went out for a drink one evening into the city centre. We had a few at a hotel bar which was quite fun. The Honkers Ale was very good (and it was the only bitter available), but very expensive at £5.50 for not even a pint. Luckily we had some vouchers.
My furry friends have been outside a bit more this week as the weather has turned warmer in the sun, although there were some very chilly days too. The conservatory got a look in on a few days, but the radiator bed is still the favourite.
Friday was panic day. My mother has Motor Neurone Disease and has been waiting for an operation for a PEG (a feeding tube) since the end of November. She’s never been given a firm date for an operation (which is so frustrating, especially when they expect her to go from Birmingham to Stoke on Trent for the operation as apparently it’s the only West Midlands hospital that does them for her disease), but they did ring once before with a cancellation. They rang again on Friday offering another cancellation. If anything the timing was worse than last time as my brother is up visiting this weekend and we had family things planned. Mum decided to go for it as she has lost a lot of weight (due to chewing and swallowing problems) that she couldn’t afford to lose. I had a quick dash to M&S with Mum to stock up on pyjamas for her hospital bag. My brother ran her through the gauntlet of M6 roadworks on a busy Friday evening (which is when she needed to be admitted) to get her to the hospital. I don’t know who makes the decisions about the logistics of these things, but they don’t seem to have patient care and well-being at the top of their list of priorities. The op isn’t till Tuesday, but keep your fingers crossed for mum that all goes well.