Unhappy day - mitigated.

 I have lost my purse with debit card, euros a few pounds my nectar card and most importantly senior railcard.  The good news is the debit card was blocked even by the time I reported it missing, which was in about 15 minutes of losing the purse.   So, someone has found the purse and kindly reported it but where could they be and how can I get the purse back?.  None of the local police stations has public access, the building society is closed, so the train station maybe or will the person just understandably take the cash having helped me with the card?  

Think it is because I am auto-pilot, what with what is happening in the family at present.  Even a nice day out with R in London seeing the musical Tina did not completely distract me.  

Blooming Fed Ex say they delivered something yesterday which was actually due on Monday but no sign of it.  Feeling very tired and fed up. 

                                                                    

A more positive update.  I could not work out how to contact the police re purse, but went down to Cheshunt Police Station and had to use their outdoor system ,which actually put me through to someone in Hatfield, but I managed to leave a message and by the time I got home there was a message to come back to Cheshunt to pick up the purse - so yippee.  I was just about to organise new railcards etc so very welcome news. And my parcel got here. 

I am still feeling very down,  I think seeing my family suffer recently has got to me.  However. R and I had a lovely day in town - lovely sunny day. We explored Somerset House a bit but decided to go to LSE for coffee! And then off to theatre to see Tina.  I think because of my mood I was a bit disengaged, but I loved the staging and even better loved the Chinese meal afterwards around the corner.  A great day out. 

Happy week

 Have had such a happy week catching up with friends near Lewes, having three breakfasts out with two friends and seeing two different shows - one of poetry and one an Am Dram featuring someone I know. And to top it all off a trip last weekend to see where Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant lived.  In my previous home I really liked how I painted the wardrobes and in the flat before hand I did a trompe de l'oeil and loved the effects, so I was totally in my element in this lovely house in the Sussex countryside.    I first saw it on a film about their lives but did not realise one could visit.  Bliss. 

Waiting for help to come.

 Thank goodness for the restfulness of that holiday.  Half way through I heard worrying news about a family member in hospital and wondered if I would have to curtail the trip, but luckily the family were promised that the patient would recover but would get a carer on their return home. to help with the recovery. The carer never appeared.  The family rallied around and coped just about because they were on leave until the family member went back into hospital.  He is now out. again and the family have at last escaped for two nights break as the carers were promised for this evening, and I am here monitoring and in support. However, no carer has appeared, I have had to cancel work and who knows what the next two days will be like. 

It is a big enough shock for everyone, when someone who was once more or less independent re washing and dressing, albeit in a rather dishevelled unwashed way,  suddenly cannot walk or do anything for themselves.  It is a shock when hospitalisation makes everything so much worse, so much so that the patient has to be busted out of hospital before they go into a complete decline and before help is in place.  It has been a shock to have to do everything for a family member,  from washing their teeth to wiping their bum.    So the last few days waiting for the carer has been quite stressful.  Even organising the carer has been quite stressful, and now they are not here.  And that is quite stressful but par for the course based on what everyone tells me. 

This could be why I both had to go around to a friend for a drink on Monday night and why when suddenly given the opportunity to attend a church service on Wednesday I did.  I was en route to the new Faith museum in Bishop Auckland and just felt the need to attend and have some solace in the Bishop's Palace.