Following on from my last post,
I’ve organised a trip to the cinema with some my dance friends to see The King’s Speech, as I couldn’t book seats by phone, I thought to have a trip to the cinema in Christchurch and book, one of my friends lives en route, so I rang her and suggested I pick her up and we’ll have a coffee, OK, around 11 am agreed Mary.
I woke up around 7 am and lay in bed planning the morning, thinking I’ll either do the ironing or wash the windows, go out around 9.45 to walk the dogs then pick up Mary, yes, that sounds a good start to the day. Lying in the bath I was thinking about Friday and recalled I couldn’t take Barney out that morning, and suddenly remembered – I take him out to-day ! I pick him up at 10 [ish] and return him 11 [ish] Another quick phone call to pull his time forward to 9.30 . oh dear I am losing my mind? I’m sure of it, is there any hope for me ??
During a visit to my doctor, I asked him, “How do you determine whether or not an older person should be put in an old age home?”
“Well,” he said, “we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the person to empty the bathtub.”
“Oh, I understand,” I said. “A normal person would use the bucket because it is bigger than the spoon or the teacup.”
“No” he said. “A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?”
ARE YOU GOING TO PASS THIS ON … OR DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE? :