I did say after the last time that K*** went away to Gran Canarias that it would probably be the last time. She was not happy leaving me with R***, knowing what he can be like when things are not what he expects them to be. He turned out to be fine about the whole thing and we were fretting over nothing. Well here we are again, K*** and her sister have gone off to the same place, but this time they have taken their father with them. This is an attempt to keep him busy while he is still grieving. He took the passing of his wife very hard and he is still finding everything a struggle. Here’s hoping that this break helps.
So she went off very early on Monday, before R*** was even up. K*** had mentioned to him that she was “… going on holiday with Grandad …” and he seemed to accept it. When I got him up on Monday morning, the first thing he asked was where his mum was. I explained that she had gone on holiday with Grandad and I told him when she would see him again. He never mentioned it again, which was a bit of a surprise. His transport arrived and he performed his usual routine on his laptop and then was off. No issues or problems what so ever. It was such a relief. You cannot begin to imagine what was going through both K***’s and my mind, but he surprised me.
Now what we have to wait and see if firstly he is okay with his mum not being here over the weekend (she doesn’t get back until late Monday night) and then secondly, he is okay with her not being here to send him of again! I’m fully confident that because he knows what is happening, he will accept it without a problem.
On another tack, the first of a few (just a few) baby knits has been completed. It’s what used to be called a ‘matinee coat’ which is basically a cardigan that is a little longer than the usual cardigan. A normal cardigan has also been started. I’m in my element with this kind of knitting. It is where I started. During the 1960’s my parents were foster parents. Usually for new-borns that were up for adoption. Most came with little or no clothes, so home-made stuff was the cheapest option. I started with mittens, which were easy before moving onto bootees. From there I progressed to cardigans, bonnets and the odd matinee coat. Hardest thing I did was what they used to call a romper-suit which was a type of knitted knickers and vest combination. I don’t think babies wear that kind of thing these days.
After the initial disaster on Monday, things should have picked up. The location was great. The view from the dining room across the North Yorkshire Moors was amazing. The cottage was very well laid out. It had a large kitchen/dining room and a good sized living room. The equipment was all new and we seemed to lack for nothing. All five bedrooms had an en-suite and were adequately sized. It was quiet and had very little traffic and what traffic it had seemed to be people like us, enjoying a cottage holiday.
Now, there were two problems here. The first being the weather. One minute the sun was out and it was quite warm, the next minute it would be pouring down or the wind would pick or both. Not much you can do about that, and it didn’t help that I had forgotten to take a coat. Doh! The second was the problem I referred to in an earlier post. That of different age groups wanting to do different things at the same time and no-one seeming to come to single agreement. I find that these days, I need to know what I’m doing, when I’m doing it and it was even more difficult this time for some reason. I don’t think the family cottage holiday will happen again, and I certainly don’t want another week like the last one.
Then, to cap it all, we got a phone call from R***’s respite to say that his transport had not arrived. It would seem that one of the team that were to pick him up, had gone sick, and the only replacement was on another call and was late. It would not have taken the transport company more than two minutes to call and say there was a delay. Fortunately R*** seemed to cope with it quite well and we did not have an issue.
It’s a bit of a strange day today. K*** only goes out to work on a Sunday. She is a customer Service adviser at a nearby supermarket and she took the job quite a few years ago. She elected for Sundays only as I was working Monday to Friday and we need someone to look after R***. Just before the aforementioned holiday, she got a call from her line manager asking if she could work today from 14:00 to 19:30. As a favour, she agreed and so it’s a bit like a Sunday this afternoon. R*** seems to be in a fantastic mood, as sometimes a change to any routine upsets him, but he appears to be okay at the moment. Fingers crossed it keeps up.
I’m having a bit of an issue with getting notification emails into Outlook. The problem seems to have started after I turned off ‘3rd party app access’ from within my Google account. The email I use for my blog is a Gmail account and it appears that Google has decided that Microsoft Outlook is a 3rd party app and is to be blocked. I’ve turned off the blocking but there is still a problem. I’ll fix it, but until then, I’m using the Gmail website to get any notifications.
Well we all managed to get through the week without any major upsets. Some of the family were going home one way and the others were going a different way. K***, S**** and me decided that we would just go straight home. We called in Aldi and were going to have lunch at Ask Italian, in Wetherby. However S**** had found out that his house having a viewing and he just wanted to get back. So we left it at that.
R*** was home a bit later than usual, and he didn’t look too happy. He was droning a lot and then started shouting and banging the furniture. He was also getting quite violent. We gave him some of his medication that calms him a little,but it took quite a while to work. Eventually he did calm down. We have no idea what caused the melt-down, but I think it may have been some issue with some YouTube videos that he was looking for. Often when new ones that he likes are added, some of the older ones drop off the suggested list. He slept all night without a problem, and whatever it was was no longer an issue. It has been a long time since he was like that. We have had the occasional angry outburst every few days or so, but have not needed his medication for months.
I think there has been an update the the web version of Outlook.com and I’m not sure if I like it. formatting the afore mentioned break, there was a button in the Spam folder, that allowed you to block an email address. This button is no longer there. I liked it, because you could select three spam mails, hit the Block button and Outlook.com would display the senders address. That way you could make sure that the emails were really spam before you blocked\deleted them. Now the only viable option is to delete. I feel that Microsoft is taking away more of my control and I’m not sure I like that.
I’m still learning how to use this BlogPad Pro app. Each time I use it I find new things about the software. For example, I prefer to have my posts full justified and using Open Live Writer, that kind of formatting is easy. This was a tad more difficult to find the formatting button, but I got there in the end. Think it may be a long haul to fully master it.
It is just about a year since the last time K*** went away with her sister. She said then that it was a ‘one off trip’ and I thought at the time, that it could not be a one off because of the pre-holiday costs. You may remember (and I forgive you if you don’t) that I posted my feelings about it at the time. However, it all went very well, better than I thought and a lot better than I posted. R*** seemed to accept it without any issues, apart from asking every day where his mum was. Well the time has come around again. R*** went off on respite until Friday and K*** set off to her sisters soon after. So I’m “home alone” so to speak. Again, I have a list of jobs I want/need/have to do before R*** gets back and a couple more before K*** returns. For now, I’m just calming down a little. I have been a little stressed about it during the build-up, but I think I’m okay.
Got to go out later. We’ve bought a storage cupboard for the garden. We usually keep compost and the like in the garage, but it is a bit of a bind when you’re working in the back garden and have to keep going to and fro to get stuff out of the garage. So K*** has bought one of those Keter storage boxes. I’m just hoping that I can get it in my car. It is quite a big thing and I’m a little concerned that it won’t fit in the boot, even with the seats down. We shall see, but I’m not sure of the options if it doesn’t fit.
After the problem, I had buying that drill from eBay, I ended up getting one from Aldi. I have had some of their tools before and they seem to be quite good. It’s being delivered today and when I last looked at the tracking site, there were two deliveries before mine, so anytime now I suppose. In fact, it’s just been delivered.
So, after a good hearty full English breakfast, we set off for Robin Hoods Bay. This is a small cove about 5 miles from Whitby that was used in previous times by smugglers. All very romantic and exciting … apparently.
We had a good look around the few shops that had not closed down for the winter and a nice drink in the pub at the bottom of the main road.
During a break in the rain, we managed to have a look out over the bay at the the slightly turbulent sea. Now here is my moan. It was cold. It was wet. It was windy. But out there in the sea we’re four or five surfers! I can barely understand why people do this in places where the surf is high and the weather hot, but when the weather is as bad as it has been and the waves seldom get over 2 foot high, I just don’t get it. We watched them for a good 20 minutes, in which time they managed to paddle out about 100 yards. Then “the wave” came and they started to paddle back. Only one managed to get to his/her feet and they lasted no more than 3 (and I counted) seconds before they fell off! It is completely beyond me.
Got some great pictures in Robin Hoods Bay which I’ll post later. Need to get them off my camera before I can upload them.
The holiday came to an end on Friday. Was it a success? In many ways it was. The celebration lunch on Thursday was great and everyone enjoyed the meal and general get together. However, it did have an effect on me that I will come to later. Some of the family went home Thursday, which left room for S**** and A**** to stay over for one night, which was nice. They were off early Friday morning as they were having a day in York. K*** and me and C**** and J*** (‘the in-laws’) visited a nearby garden that was open to the public and had a pleasant time.
At around half past two, we went our separate ways. K*** and me needed to get some shopping from the supermarket. We did that and then went on to Tadcaster and that cycle shop/bar/café that I may have mentioned before, for a drink before home.
R*** was home a little earlier than expected and there had been ‘issues’ in the taxi. He had been picked up a little early and the driver had had a problem with her ‘sat-nav’ which resulted in them taking a route different to his usual routes. This caused all sorts of problems and both the driver and the escort suffered for it. I’ll not go into too many details, but many will know that people that are Autistic do not cope well with change. I shall leave it at that. K*** is taking him and bringing him home on Monday, and we will await what the transport company make of it.
Now to the ‘effect’ I referred to earlier in this post. The pub we went to was (as I’ve been told) the same pub we went to for my birthday back in April this year. I had no recollection of the place! Granted, we were in a different room, different time of day and we approached the place from a different direction, but I could not remember any of it. Apparently we had our order taken by the same waitress that took the order on my birthday. Nothing! I got the usual “Don’t you remember blah blah” and “You must remember blah blah blah.” But I didn’t. Even when someone said “You’ve ordered the same as last time … remember?” I had to say that I did not.
At first, my memory issues were put down to my operation and what is commonly known as ‘Pump-head’ but this usually clears up after a few months, and it’s been over two years since the op’ so it seems an unlikely cause. So what is left? One immediately thinks of Alzheimer’s and the worry starts to creep in. It is certainly something to mention at a future meeting with my doctor, and at times it can be extremely stressful and worrying.
Back to work tomorrow and it’s getting close to the close down of the project that I’ve been working on for that past eighteen months. After this it will be back to being a ‘senior application support officer’ and all that that entails. Not something I am looking forward to.
I hope to hear something regarding my Voluntary Early Retirement (VER) application this week. It goes to the Corporate Panel on Thursday and as I understand, it is merely a rubber stamp procedure. I intend to chase up my Head of Service first thing on Friday morning for an answer and then the real planning can start.
A stressful evening and a bad night. Don’t know what was going on, but at about half past 2, the bl**dy dog wandered into our bedroom. I’m thinking it might have been poorly, and K*** had left the door open with the idea that it might be cooler. That was never going to work. What with that and the “nasal trumpets” sounding most of the time, it led to about total is about 3 hours sleep.
Let’s see what today brings.
Update: no news on our ‘Curious Incident … etc’ dog seems fine, and I’m the only one that appears to be the worse for wear … is it me?