I think the last time I did a proper update was in September after my visit to see my Grandma in hospital, so I’ll start off there.  Please excuse me if I repeat anything I said in that post – I’ve no read it recently.

At the time she was in a ward Middlesbrough.  The ward wasn’t the best place for her – there was nothing to do, she was getting bored.  Although she was ill she was still basically mentally fit when prompted.  Yes, she couldn’t always remember things very clearly, but she was a very clever woman and when we visited as a family and talked to her about things she enjoyed (we did the crossword together, for example), she was fine.  On that visit we found some photos from her first wedding in the cupboard and my mum took those with her on the next visit to show her, and she remembered quite a bit about it, although couldn’t remember where abouts in Leeds the photos had been taken.  So my mum kept on at the hospital to get her moved somewhere nicer, somewhere nearer home, to the hospital I was born in, the little town hospital in Guisborough. Read more…

I just got in to find Miss D shouting directions down the phone to Mr T who is trying to find his way out of Birmingham (the place he lives, incidentally).  This wouldn’t seem like a strange thing if it weren’t for the fact she’s having to shout everything three or four times before he listens and takes action.  He also seems to have no clue where he is.  No clue at all.  God knows what he would do if he was left alone, or if Miss D wasn’t quite so… accomodating.  I know I’d have got fed up with having to shout things over and over and over for half an hour (and still going!), no matter who it was.

And the best bit of all?  He demanded she ring him back.

I know what I said last time, but all this work’s been getting on top of me.  I don’t suppose I should complain really, it pays the bills.  Now a few things are coming to an end (and I’ve decided to give myself an evening off) I’m taking an evening off.

The Blood Bowl site is nearly complete — I should have it all wrapped up by next week — which is a relief.  It’s been more work than I was expecting in all honesty.  I’ve done most of the updates for the theatre school website, but failed to get a ‘quote’ to them before their last committee meeting as I promised.  One Flew Over The Cookoo’s Nest has been and gone (you can read a review here and another one here).  My dad’s starting up a company and I went to a meeting in York with him and my brother about their marketing and publicity.  Actually I had two reasons for going back up north that weekend. Read more…

I’ve been useless at writing recently.  I’ve got lots to write about, and I’ve failed.  I think generally I’ve had a few things to do in the evening when I would normally write this which have taken precedence (although I’ve been a bit useless doing most of those things, too).  I’m going to try to catch up with a few things in one go here, but I’ll try to write in more detail about a couple of other things soon.

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How come, whenever Mr T calls, he always expects Miss D to ring him back?  He’s working full time on much more money than she is, renting only a room in a much cheaper area of the country and, presumably, isn’t stopped from selecting a phone tariff which would give him reasonable value calls to her network.

And why does she just behave as if it’s perfectly normal?

Am I missing something here?