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Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:20 am
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Sajehar » Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:20 am
HI Tristesa, that’s so sad, quite literally. But, you’re right, it does sound like a name. I don’t blame you for giving the German or French one’s a miss – too severe, too boring, respectively – but I’d have been seriously tempted by the welsh one, though.
I have a soft spot for the Welsh language, even though I can’t pronounce it to save my life. I once embarrassed the hell out of myself by pronouncing a town as Dollygaloo, instead of Doll geth li; in front of my Welsh boyfriend and his mates, in Wales to boot. Ouch!
I went round to SF’s house Saturday evening, and showed her my post, quaking in my boots (I decided not to lie about my dongle running out; get it over and done with!) But she loved it. Phew!
With one correction: her neighbour didn’t say to put her mum down. He said put her in a home. That’s far less nasty, but even more absurd. After all, he was accusing her of not doing this in order that she could claim benefits, but putting her mum in a home would cost the tax payer even more!!!
We decided to forget all about him, and when I said it was my dad’s birthday do tomorrow, her mum insisted that SF trimmed my hair. This wasn’t quite what I’d had in mind, but we agreed just to shut her up; her mum was really insistent. It was looking a bit straggly, so I thought, “What have I got to lose.” Surprisingly, SF did a really good job. It looks much better and thicker than before, so maybe her mum was right.
After her mum went to bed, we watched videos – showing my age there, DVD’s – and I ended up crashing the night. Here’s where my ignorance of Alzheimer’s showed.
I was more than happy to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room, but SF insisted I slept in her room. I insisted otherwise. This went on back and forth for ages. In the end, she came out with it, “Look, if mum gets up before us and find’s a stranger sleeping in the living room she’ll freak out.”
That never even entered my head, even though I know if I were to introduce my mum to an old friend, she’d have forgotten about their existence by the next day. And if she were to come across them in the living room in the wee hours of the morning, she’d probably have another stroke, or attack the unsuspecting stopover with one of her walking sticks (which she never uses… Grrr!)
So, in order to prevent potential heart attacks/manslaughter, I slept in her bedroom, and poor old SF had to kip on the sofa bed. Must remember to bring enough dosh with me next time for a taxi.
Such a silly little thing, but so telling…. I’m learning, slowly but surely.
P.S. If you haven’t done so already check out ‘Hate letter to Mother of Autistic Boy’ under
‘Autism/Asperger syndrome’ section under ‘Specific Disabilities and conditions.’
It’s an extreme example of what this thread is discussing, but it seriously gave me a case of the creeps. Scary stuff.