Morning all. 5.5 on this extremely cold day. At the moment it’s “only” -6.5 but it will get colder the nearer to dawn we get. Yesterday got to almost -6 by 8am and never ventured above freezing all day.
Yesterday was a day of two halfs. Or is that halves?

Anyhoo, my hairdressers gave me a really nice haircut, I got a nice surprise when picking up my new varifocals, firstly I’d totally forgotten what they looked like and I was really pleased with them. I’d also forgotten I’d picked Ray-Bans, I’m in with the in crowd now.
😛 I also got a discount as a former member of staff.
We had a lovely lunch in a newish venue. Then it all went downhill from there. As we were just finishing our lunch and preparing to leave, Mr Eggy received a call from the discharge team at the hospital where MIL has been for four weeks. They were looking to discharge her into a care home, initially for three months as continuing NHS care, so no fees or trying to get funding. They’ve called it End of Life stage. She asked if there was any preference of home, Mr Eggy said no. She listed a few local ones and said they’d get back to him. Did the “big” shop in Aldi, that wasn’t fun, got home freezing cold and lit the fire and chillaxed, no Netflix was involved!
😉 5pm, hospital rang, got your mother a room she goes in tomorrow! Can you get some things together for her to make her room homely. He promptly WhatsApped his brothers letting them know the craic and asked for help in the transition. No replies. The caring of his mother has torn the brothers apart, they never speak just bicker over a messaging service. It’s very sad. He went up to the hospital to tell his mother. Five times! Not sure she understood. She was too busy nosy at everyone else in the ward and asking questions about who they were and then shouting at a poor old lady across the ward to”shut up” as she was sobbing. She even whispered “ stupid cow” under her breath! Neither of his brothers turned up to help with this. He’s so stressed with it all and as the eldest he’s next of kin and therefore the hospital defers to him. They don’t know when she will be moving today but he’ll have to go round to her house and collect clothes and personal things that I know, and he knows, she won’t give a fig about. He took photo albums to the hospital when she was first admitted to try and get her to engage but she told him to just take them home and barely looked at them. This isn’t new by the way, she hasn’t engaged with anyone in any meaningful way for years. She’s not interested in anyone else’s lives or feelings. As he said last night everyone has run around her her whole life so she has never really had to do anything, her mother, her husband, and then her sons.The only thing she does now is lie in bed and breath and no one can do that for her. He has a very complex relationship with her, which doesn’t help. So, life is on hold for us all, just waiting on the inevitable. Can I just add, she’s not ill medically, just old and gave up on life 18 years ago when she was widowed. Mr Eggy hasn’t been her son since, but her carer, financial advisor, shopper, organiser, everything really, he’s never properly grieved his dad as it was all about her at the time and continued to be so. It’ll be a relief, in one way, but I suspect will bring out those horrendous feelings of guilt when she finally goes. Sorry for this ramble, I’ve been awake since 3. 30 getting more and more angry with MIL. I needed to let it go and obviously I can’t speak to my nearest and dearest about such things so honestly. Today will be a strange day all round I think.
If you’ve got this far, have a fabulous, flipping freezing Friday.
Oh and PS, grandson failed his driving test for the second time! One thing, but major, he pulled out in front of a car and they had to brake!