Since my last post things have gone from bad to worse. Mum has had to move out of her new retirement flat after a third mains water burst further up the road caused severe flooding.
Mum is fine, she stayed one night with us then alongside United Utilities we packed everything up and moved it back to her old house that she had left less than a week ago. She sat quietly at our house while all this was done and now we have to wait anything from 4-8 weeks before she can be moved back.
In fairness to United Utilities even though they have wreaked all this havoc, causing more stress and anxiety than I’ve had in sometime, they are working with us brilliantly. I have a direct contact person who came to talk to all the residents at the retirement court. So for now we sit tight until the flat dries out and new carpets can be fitted - again.
It’s not that simple though is it. There’s the question of all the paper work when moving house. Not to mention changing councils and a telephone line that is now in the wrong house. I could go on and on.
On top of this one of my dearest friends died unexpectedly and it’s left me heartbroken.
I’m hoping that sometime soon I will be back to blogging in my usual bright chirpy way. I hope you will bear with me.
I have got a pile of lovely books to distract me from all the things I have to do. Don’t read the Richard Osman one while you’re trying to go sleep, it’s far to funny.
As is this Alan Bennett one about the Queen and a mobile library.
See you soon with a happier post hopefully