the way forward for me with my adopted mum A.
We have been chatting like this for a while, even arguing online... can you believe it?
Today I contacted her and received no reply, always a worry.
I went off upstairs to start the much dreaded pile of ironing. When she phoned back I propped up the ipad and carried on ironing.
What a revelation that was, I was happy talking and doing something useful instead of sat thinking of all the things I could be getting on with. We chatted on, the ironing got done, without me realising it. Next time we talk I will arrange to be repointing the chimney, a job nobody enjoys. Added to which if the Queen Mary 2 sails by as it did the other evening I can turn the tablet to show her, mindful obviously of not falling off the roof in the process!
I went off upstairs to start the much dreaded pile of ironing. When she phoned back I propped up the ipad and carried on ironing.
What a revelation that was, I was happy talking and doing something useful instead of sat thinking of all the things I could be getting on with. We chatted on, the ironing got done, without me realising it. Next time we talk I will arrange to be repointing the chimney, a job nobody enjoys. Added to which if the Queen Mary 2 sails by as it did the other evening I can turn the tablet to show her, mindful obviously of not falling off the roof in the process!
Are you also a steeplejack ? No way would I be repointing a chimney!
ReplyDeleteI do my ironing on a Sunday morning while listening to " The Archers" omnibus.
A good ploy... ironing and The Archers. My steeplejack licence has long run out!?!
DeleteLX
That's one way to make the ironing time pass quickly! For me I set the timer on the oven and that makes me stick to ironing, trying to Beat the Clock (as in the old Sunday night at the London Palladium game!) but without any prizes - the prize is the pile of neat ironing!
ReplyDeleteRepointing the chimney? Garn, you're 'avin' us on!
Margaret P
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‘Beat the Clock?’ That’s showing our age Margaret, you to mention it and me to remember it!
DeleteRepointing the chimney is an in joke in our house, whenever himself says ‘Is there anything I can do?’ My reply is always ‘Repoint the chimney!’ Worrying?
LX
But I'm only that old on the outside, Lettice. On the inside, I'm still a teenager, or at most, a twenty-something! My late uncle used to look at himself in the mirror (this when he was in his 80s) and say that he was in disguise!
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