A wash out day

A bit of a random day today where nothing seems to fit right.
I've killed my 'docobo' yet again and I have hunted high and low in my wardrobe, bureau and kitchen drawers and I can not find the paperwork for it anywhere. I've found the carrying case it came in and a bit of the paperwork, but obviously not the bit I need, because that would be too easy now wouldn't it.

I thought that I knew the number from last time the docobo died on me and I was pretty sure that it was the same as my mother's care call office. But I thought that I'd phone the Respiratory office first just to check that it was the correct number and to let them know out of common courtesy the reason that I haven't been keying in my stats, was because the machine had died and not me.
Of course I got the happy one answering the phone. I'm not sure what her name is, I know the girls have told me before when I had mentioned this ray of sunshine to them and I'm sure she really is quite a nice person, but hell does that girl needs an injection of customer service or what. If she was to yell 'what?' down the phone when answering it, I wouldn't be surprised one iota! Strewth I had my bad days at work, but I was a pussy cat compared to her.
Still I had sorted it all out and it appears that one of the wires have died this time. Last time it was the battery burnt out. I forgot to ask them should I unplug the wire, but decided that there were too many of them trailing about and I didn't want to do any more damage to this very expensive piece of kit.

Off shopping for mother to get her some proper food again now that she has got her appetite back.
She had her carer come round for the first time today and as neither of them came running out from her bungalow screaming, I take it, it was a success.
Mother seemed to like her. I was worried that she would forget that I told her last night that she had a carer coming in this morning and that she would think she was being burgled instead.
Must be horrendous waking up to having a stranger in your home to get you up and fetch your breakfast without meeting them first when you are wide awake.
Is there any stage in our lives when growing up isn't hard?
Tomorrow, it's seeing if she is getting all the benefits that she is entitled to, to help pay for this extra help. After all she has worked all her life and actually has retired three times, working till she was nearly 70 years old, so she is more than entitled to it.

Julie came round and she is going to let me loose on turning up one of her maxi dresses for the holiday... the woman must be mad as I never did finished the apron we had to make in the first year at senior school!
While we sat chatting, the skies opened up and it just poured down with rain. Apart from being very wet, it was very cold too. So much so that I had to put my socks on and cahnge into a thicker top for goodness sake.
It is so depressing out there. Has the summer really gone?

Decided to go to the cinema with Greta and it was still foul out. If I hadn't already agreed to go, then I would have happily stayed indoors in front of the TV and chewed on one of my frozen cakes. No I'm not that silly... I would have melted it first with my hairdryer!
Of course true to form, the film we wanted to see had been pulled from that slot due to the fact that it wasn't as popular as they thought it would be. No help to us when we had gone out in the rain. I did ask for a private sitting because of the rain, but it went whoosh over the chap's head
So I'm sitting here feeling hungry and more than a little bit miserable. Oh well 'Kay so ra so ra'

Lots of love Debbie x