DVT DAY 269

Wednesday, up and wondering how my partners mother is. Its breakfast and I get started on the work I need to do. The decorators arrive and crack on as the rest of the household go about their work. All is going well until my partner appears in distress. A vey difficult conversation with her mother. We work through it and try to get on with things. There is a walk to be had, new curtains to buy and work to be tidied up before we all stop for the next 5 days. We were going away fro my partners birthday but due to being in Tier 3 that’s no longer happening so we have five days to fill while the decorators continue their work. We chat with them and agree colours and conform the plan. By he time they leave it is dark and we start to gear down for a long weekend. There is some rare relief as photos appear on social media of my nephews wedding. Two young hopefuls flanked by three black masked people, it looks strange and vaguely like a secret meeting of a cult. We of course sent flowers and bubbly, but due to my dyslexia self I manage to send them labelled Mr & Mr. Thankfully it is taken in good heart and I wish them a good blokes night out. All the more ironic as one of the Mr is several months pregnant.

We sit down to tea and the phone rings, its my partners mother ringing from hospital telling us she is okay and back on the ward after her operation to pin her broken leg. Tough is my partner’s mother, she plays hard ball. Relief all round.

I start to clear the office ready to be decorated tomorrow. Takes a while to clear everything out adn when I am done I clear the kitchen. I return to the lounge and find my family have finished the chocolate orange. I’m irked but remember that everything is communication, so I guess I know where I stand.

My evening continues with football, boxing until the family go to bed and I have space and inclination to write the blog.