Ending a difficult week with some happy things

 The neuralgia is still there, but significantly less painful, so I think it's going - at least I've been able to brush my hair!  I guess it could have been a stress reaction, it's certainly been a difficult week.  It seems husband's daughter is still feeling offended at the thing he said to her on the phone, so it looks like I'll have to have a quiet word with her and explain - again - just what his cognitive impairment means.  She's a bit touchy at the mo, because of things going on in her own life.  One of my major roles nowadays seems to be peacemaker, due to husband's increasing tendency to just blurt things out and upset all and sundry.

I've said before about his hoarding tendencies, collecting other people's rubbish which he thinks might come in useful but in reality never does, as it all just gets chucked in his shed or outside cluttering up the garden.  Well, yesterday when he was walking Betty round the estate, he noticed a neighbour who's moving home had put a load of stuff in her front garden, with a notice saying "Help yourself".  So he did! (of course).  Two of the things he brought home are actually useful - a very nice mop bucket (better than mine) and a large good quality green tub with rope handles that would make a lovely container for a big shrub.  But he also brought home loads of plastic pots of assorted sizes....why I don't know, as we've already got loads and certainly don't need any more!

I need to make some meals to go in the freezer for when sis comes on the 24th.....I had already made and frozen a couple of meals, but now they won't be suitable as they contain dairy (cheese, butter or milk) - I'd made them before sis told me she avoids all dairy now.  Doesn't matter, husband and I will eat them of course, it'll save me cooking a couple of times for us next week.  Sis suggested us going to the local theatre one evening to see a performance of Dr Strangelove, but I'm not very keen.  Firstly, I remember seeing the film years ago (Peter Sellers I think) and I didn't like it then - very weird, black comedy satire thing.  And secondly, this production stars the actor Steve Coogan, who I really don't like.  Admittedly, it's more the characters he's played - Alan Partridge in particular - that I cannot stand....which I suppose is a measure of how good an actor he is, playing a character who so successfully irritates the hell out of people in real life.  I don't know, we'll see - there may be something else on we could see instead, I'll have to have a look.....actually, I've just looked on the website and there's a production of the G&S opera HMS Pinafore - sister and I would love that, husband wouldn't, so he could drop us off there and pick us up afterwards.  Sorted!

Betty's just had the zoomies around the garden, so she's clearly feeling much better!

And it's sunny again, a bit warmer, and the forecast is for temperatures to rise with more sunshine next week.  So it's all looking up.  Oh, and the car was fine, the rogue fuse was changed in 20 minutes.

Incidentally, Sue - the price of £163 sister was charged at her vets was just for the 2 injections (the sedative and the 'kill' shot), not cremation - sister brought the cat home to bury in her garden.  I know different vets charge different rates for things - our previous vet who we saw for many years was an independent husband and wife small practice, whose charges were very low (they sometimes didn't even charge at all for minor things like nail clipping).  The first vet we signed up with here in Minehead was part of a big chain who were very expensive, as it turned out....this vet we go to now is a one man independent, whose charges are reasonable, and he's a much nicer vet, as are his receptionist and nurse.