Take cover!

Not a bad day today, things went along quite smoothly for once... well until night time.

I now have wallpaper on the alcove walls in my sitting room and very funky it looks too, quite retro. In fact I think my mother's younger cousin Colin had the very same wallpaper in the 60's in his ultra modern house in Cardiff! All I need is that famous picture that was very fashionable about that time of a Malaysian lady dressed all in blue with a flower behind her ear and red lipstick on her lips. I have no idea what it was called, but I thought my cousin Colin was dead trendy having it on his wall, but there again I thought my cousin Shirley was dead chic too having a Spanish wine bottle covered in plaster with sea shells stuck in it as a lamp base!
Will have to look up the title of that picture, but I'll pass on the lamp.
Anyway, I'm sure my walls won't be to every one's taste, but I love it and it screams out me and it looks like I'm staying, where the magnolia walls looked like I was just in transit.
Thank you Andrew.

Next I got my ISA sorted out without having to go back into Chelmsford again and meet the bank assistant who really gave me the impression that she really wanted to get on with her lunch, especially once she realised that I had been made bankrupt in my dark and dismal past.
The woman on the phone today however couldn't have been more different and helpful if she had tried and sorted it within 15mins without once saying 'bankrupt' at the same time as spitting and saying ten hail Mary's while trying to burn me at the stake!

I then did my good deed for the day and took my mother's neighbour to the hospital to have her oxygen assessment done. Two hours later, she came out gleeful and almost dancing because her oxygen intake and levels had both been reduced. I am pleased for her honestly I am, but can someone explain to me how someone that smokes heavily and only weighs about 6 stone improves when I get worse?
I thought my mother was exaggerating when she said she was only in her 60's as she easily looks in her early 80's, in fact she looks as old as my mother who is 93, but on the journey home she admitted that she is dreading her 70th birthday this year! If that is how smoking ages you, then they should put that on anti-smoking posters, because believe me that would panic most women. God, I hope she not reading this!

Come 9pm, I had just sat down with a glass of brandy and a good programme to watch, when my mobile phone went and I had mother trying not to panic on the other end, but not making a very good job of it. She was trying to tell me that she had blood on her hip and all over her back which had suddenly really hurt, but now it didn't. She wasn't making a lot of sense, so I told her I'd be over asap. Ann had just arrived so she walked over with me and caught my mother coming out the bathroom in the nuddy, which earned me a telling off from mother.
The blood on her hip was where the cyst had burst and run down her back and all over her vest, it was pretty messy to say the least. Bless her, no wonder she was frightened. You could actually smell it as you walked in the bungalow.
It had looked quite red and hard again when I looked at it earlier that evening and had expressed my concerns to my sister, but she had said it wasn't hurting just niggling.
Obviously the pressure had built up over the evening and when she caught it while taking off her top, it was a case of 'there she blows'... yuk.
Two paracetamol and a cup of tea later, she was thankfully ok.
You could say another varied day in the life of Debbie Burden!

Lots of love Debbie x