Mea culpa

I know.  I'm a lousy updater.

The parental issues get quietly worse.  Mum is now wanting dad to go into respite again.  I can organise it but I'm damned sure that when the time comes and he refuses she will say she can manage.  Drinking is becoming a huge issue ( it's a wake up call when you go to different grog shops when buying your PARENTS' booze!!)

Dog is gorgeous.  A bit of a problem with barking but we're working on that.  Most of it is when he and Tom tease each other through the cat door.

I'm doing a bit of immunisation work and after my first gig yesterday am loving it.  Shame it's only for a couple of months.

Two is still living with us.  Three is still with his GF - not happy but not my business.  One and Ebs are going strong.

Himself is OK.  He had a major meltdown the other week.  Put a deposit on a dodgy red convertible.  Mid life crisis anyone?  He's since bought a lovely car and is seeing a psychologist.

Me?  I toddle along.  Weight is as high as it's ever been.  Eating is crap.  Mental state is rather porridge like.

But ... hell's bells, I'm alive, I'm loved and I love.

WOW I found my blog!!

I've been struggling to get used to a PC set up after my mac(s).  With my mac my blog was right there in front of my face.  Not that that ensured regular updates!  I'm still working out the best layout of my new machine.  Yeah ... excuses excuses!!!

So, life plods along.

Mum and Dad are not doing well but neither will admit this.  Dad thinks everything's hunky dory and has no idea the stress that Mum is under.  And Mum is struggling.  But it's all because Dad doesn't walk fast enough.  And eats noisily.  Dad thinks Mum is really bright and cheerful.  *sigh*  Mum says she needs help but rebuffs offers if Dad objects.

My boys are good.  Two has settled back into living with his parents and I do enjoy his company. Three is hardly ever home.  One has some issues but we're working on them. 

I am about to do some casual immunisation work.  I doubt I will return to "proper" nursing again and am not even sure if I will work again after this gig.

Angus is getting to be a very big dog.  On the whole he's OK but last Friday I took him to the beach (as I had done every morning that week) and Angus decided to be a disobedient adolescent on a beach of precious small dog owners who wouldn't have been happy even if he was the best behaved dog in the world.  I have decided that there are dog lovers and small dog lovers and the latter aren't necessarily the former!!  He wasn't perfect but he didn't deserve the vitriol that we received.

Dinner ready.

see you all later

I still think he's gorgeous