Oh Please don't be one of THOSE years!

As the week went on the weather got worse, but we still didn't get snow. News reports were disasterising (a new word I've made up) the weather. Saying that we were going to get swept by 100mph winds and blattering (another word I made up) rain. Son's school even opened an hour late on one day to allow for the weather.

No matter how often I looked at the local weather forecast I couldn't align it to the news that was being broadcast. True enough, whilst some parts of the country did get hammered by wind, where I live the worst that happened was that some bins and benches got blown over and there was some shingle on the beach.

Basically a very normal event with sea winds.

On Saturday the sky was clear and it appeared a lot warmer so I took dog down to the sea nice and early before other humans decided to do the same. Even walking down to the beach I realised it was a mistake, the winds were strong and completely arctic. Needless to say dog and I didn't spend much time down there. It wasn't a leisurely walk along the beach kinda day.

I don't have a winter dog coat, but I do have a raincoat, from that winter we had a few years ago where the rain was relentless. But I decided that it was at least some sort of protection from wind and cold. She absolutely hates it and spends most of her time trying to roll it off!

In other news:

Me: Ear still not right, it’s causing me headaches now, lots of poking by medical professionals isn’t making it clear why. Journey continues. I'm still not unduly concerned though. It was bad so it may just be taking time to repair.

Son: Son has this thing where when he gets hot he itches uncontrollably head to toe, this is causing him distress and to be perfectly honest me too because when it happens he is utterly ‘bloody’ and is storming around the house slamming doors and shouting at the world. We took him for bloods last week and we’ve been called in this week because they found ‘something’. Whilst I don’t think it’s critical it’s causing me mum worries as you can imagine. His appointment is Friday – personally I suspect it’s just Thyroid because I inherited from my Dad and I think he may have inherited from me. If you read this and have a sofa diagnosis please keep it to yourself - I'm a strong opposer of Dr. Google.

 Dad: My father has moved to a more advanced phase with his dementia. He’s refusing to go into care threatening suicide if we move him (and I know him well enough to know he means it). He’s also got chest infection and is finding it hard to breath – is on antibiotics – but in current weather keeps insisting on going out.

 My Mum: Last night mum had a mini stroke (her analysis), she had a fall and has damaged her shoulder – she doesn’t think broken. She’s refusing to call ambulance and is waiting for doctors appointment.

Basically my life is a chuffing mess at the moment, I’m holding it together, but if I’m honest – only just!!!!! 

2026 is supposed to be my Dad's 90th, My parents 60th wedding anniversary, Son's 18th and my husband and my 25th Anniversary. The way it's looking right now I'm not sure how much of a celebration year it's going to end up as.

Update on yesterday's drama. It wasn't a stroke and Mum had an ECG, they don't know why she fell, but it's nothing big. Dad's chest seems to be better. The dementia will never get better only worse. The rest continues to wait for response.