@shezza_t is moving to .ieHello from #ShezzaMumsHouse for series two.
Housework’s done, cooking’s done, and Bargain Hunt is on in the background.
Bargain Hunt has been forgotten, we’re hunting down things Mum has spotted in various magazines now. I have two shopping baskets on the go already.
One cardigan bought. Now begins the worrying that it’ll not be right, and there’ll be tutting and returns.
Uh-oh. #ShezzaMumsHouse tolerates the start of Nolan to get the news. I’ve heard more Nolan in the last few minutes than I’ve heard in years and years.
I’m fighting the urge to dive across the room and hit the off button.
Today is not a Willy Day at #ShezzaMumsHouse.
It was however the second time since February 2020 that Mum was out at the shops. A big day.
Had a wee shock when I was out doing Mum’s messages. Walking back to the car a tiny just-about-toddling child ran out between two cars in front of me, just as a car drove down the car park.
Without thinking more than “shit!” I reached down to take her arm. As I did so the bag of shopping that was nearly bigger than she was started sliding down my arm.
Another internal “shit!”, and all I could do was gently lower her to the ground, sideways.
By this point the car had stopped, and the very shocked grandparents had come from their car where they’d been loading groceries.
There was a flurry of shocked checking on the wean, me asking the grandparents to check I hadn’t hurt her and them thanking me.
And suddenly, when I got into my own car, I was too shaky to drive and had to sit and take big breaths for a bit.
But now, tea!
Today’s #ShezzaMumsHouse was a busy one with medical appointments, and more taking Mum shopping. So it definitely counts as a big day.
It also had a reminder for me that I need to be more zen, and let the small criticisms pass. I got a cluster of them earlier today, and asked Mum to stop telling me what I was doing wrong. Talk about fart in a spacesuit.
It’s sorted now, but the day would have been better without that.
NI Water’s response in this news article has Mum ranting, and rightly so: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cewlwd5j91wo
The mouldy “smell and taste were produced by naturally occurring compounds related to algae in Lough Neagh were not harmful to health.”
Who on earth wants their tap water to smell and taste mouldy??
NGL Fediverse, the constant, quite loud, radio background at #ShezzaMumsHouse is really starting to get to me.
Lunch was eaten to the soundtrack of a man talking about the trouble had drying his onions. And dinner prep has some DJ on Greatest Hits Radio talking to a caller over the song Tequila!
Dancing in the Moonlight now.
It’s a stressy wee #ShezzaMumsHouse today, with an incredibly stressed, turned up to 11, hyper Mum.
We’re putting together supplies for my brother, who is in a rental bungalow and feeling really quite lousy. Mum is bouncing all over the place, and I’ve had to rein her back from roasting a chicken. Yes, brother does like picking at chicken when he’s unwell, but he’s not at home and he said he’s not eating.
Standing in the Spar, looking at a photo on my phone of the women’s magazines Mum had on the coffee table, so I could get the newer ones.
In related news: bloody hell, magazines are expensive now.
Alan Titchmarsh is on the telly, doing a tasting of low/no alcohol wines. Everyone is wearing a poppy.
I had no idea we were in poppy season already.
Poor brother’s getting it rough: he’s got the boking Covid.
The cardigan was Not Right, and the next size up has been ordered.
And now #ShezzaMumsHouse is again trying to work out if today is a Willy Day.
#ShezzaMumsHouse seems to exist in a constant state of flux, bouncing between “Oh no! There’s too much food in and everything’s hard to manage!” and “Oh no! We’re running out of food!”
I’ve not found the sweet spot yet.
And I’ve not yet worked out the rules around recycling. Sometimes it goes in the bucket in the corner, sometimes it goes on the backdoor mat.
There’s no pattern around size, material or proximity of bin day. And so far I’m only getting it right about 20% of the time.
Charles Anthony@spoonrefuter All the boos, Chaz. All the boos.
And being selfish for a moment, I'm a wee bit homesick and a bigger bit knackered. So I really, really want him safe to be around our wee CEV Mum again.