A severe 'dose of the domestics' yesterday, in which I had to take an elderly - yes, even older than me and I feel a hundred these days! - and batty lady on several visits. First, I had to take her to a clinic to be seen by a 'psycho-babbler' - and yes, you know what I think about them! - because she is convinced 'people' are inhabiting her home! So we wasted an hour whilst he elicited all the facts that I could have given him in five minutes, and then he gave her some pills, and that was that!
Then I took her to a shoe shop to buy her some shoes with a Velcro strap rather than laces which she has difficulty tying. Well, chaps, you know what it's like going to such shops with any lady, let alone an exceedingly elderly and slightly batty one! And, of course, she then decided she wanted a new handbag and some slippers, too. Several lifetimes later we emerged and then I had to find a pharmacist to supply the pills that she had been prescribed. By now it was way past my mid-morning, strong, black coffee-shot moment without which I begin to resemble Jack Nicholson in that film where he turns into a murderous nutter! But I decided to press on and get it all over as quickly as possible.
Next I had to take her to a supermarket where she wandered with her trolley up and down and across and then up and down again bumping into other people's trolleys and the odd 'lickle kiddie-winkie' - so she's not all bad! - whilst she tried to remember what she wanted! Then, finally, I took her home and she spent what seemed like the rest of my life checking that none of 'the little people' were around. And all the time, I mean without respite, she kept up a non-stop prattle about absolutely bugger all whilst every nerve in my body was screaming for a strong, black coffee.
No, thank you for asking, I did not kill her which I trust the good Lord above will take into consideration when I approach the pearly gates! And the reason I did not kill her was that beneath all her non-stop inanities she is a good person - dammit! Anyway, by the time I returned home there were flecks of foam around my lips and steam emitting from my ears, so it was a pity really that the 'Memsahib' had had a bad day, too, with her back and pelvis bones aching like mad, mostly because she had tried to do too much which I had told her not to do! I went to bed early!
And today 'SoD' is visiting and if he so much as mentions Brexit - there will be blood!