Ok it should be a good day, the sun shone and the only snow was on them there hills!
They look lovely as you drive into the city and the sun is shining and the snow is far away.
But though I knew today would be the last in work for Easter, by 12.30 I started having a nippy throat! Typical, 2 hours left of work and I'm feeling rubbish.
Mother stayed out the way,gave her , her tea, didn't eat it all.
Then gave her a cup cake and she ate that but didn't drink the tea, then I gave her another cuppa and she couldn't have drank that as she was up in the hall coat on.
Squealing as I'd not let her get out to go home.
I put on BBC 2 as I thought the Gracie Fields film might 'get her' you know the songs of her early adulthood, but no she's not shut up, she's ranted on and on about me being a bad bitch.
All because I'd not let her loose into the night.
We've the normal, she says, routine going on and on and on.
I once got told this was her trying to make sense of things but its no longer than as she 99% of the time twists it into her idea of what she wants!
I'd love to know what goes on in that mind of hers.
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