Bah!

[poliphilo]

My mother gets up in the night to use her commode, finds herself sitting on the side of the bed and, forgetting the reason, decides it must be breakfast-time and hollers...

"Antoneee...!"

She did it at around four o'clock and then again half an hour later. When she did it a third time just short of ten this morning I was feeling brittle and resentful. But I'm a nice person and I didn't say, "Stop shouting at me like you owned me, you stupid old bat. " Instead I helped her sit up in bed, made her a nice cup of tea- and emptied her commode...

Shouting at her wouldn't work anyway because firstly she wouldn't hear me and secondly even if she did she wouldn't understand.

Comments

[cmcmck]

How will you cope with all this if you decide to move?

[poliphilo]

Bundle her in a car, transport her from one place to the other- and job's a good'un. Apart from the inconvenience of the drive I doubt she'll notice she's moved.

[cmcmck]

There is that, I suppose!

I admire your patience!

[poliphilo]

Thanks.

But I mustn't grumble. She's not really much trouble- just sometimes.