The road less travelled...

This was another of those days that didn't go the way I expected it to. I had to drop the car off to have the alternator replaced. I thought (hoped!) it would take three hours, so I got it there before ten. I would have got it there sooner, but I had to help Mum to the toilet and into her commode chair so that Dad could wash her, and then help her back into bed afterwards. Our mechanic knows the situation, but I suppose it was too much for him to imagine that I'd want to get it done quickly. Our mechanic is more than half an hour from our house so I didn't think it was worth getting a taxi home and then another back there when it was finished, so I thought I'd walk around to Direct Factory Outlets (yay! shopping!) and then come back when it was done. I told our mechanic this.

I got there at about 9.40am and got ribbed a bit about it being afternoon and much later than expected. I pointed out that he hadn't given us a time to have the car there. So he was at work at 7am? So what? He said it wouldn't be ready until well after two. Still, that was only four hours so I checked that Dad was happy for me to stay out and went to DFO and then on to Southland. I walked around for a while and then realised that I was tired and hungry - and it was 2pm. I had lunch and sat reading in the food court for 30mins or so before catching the bus back to DFO and walking back to the mechanic. Got there about 3.10am and was told it would take another half hour. Even I know that translates to at least an hour.

So I was tired and sore, feeling guilty about not being home and looking after Mum and (I can say this here) sick of the whole situation and needing to feel guilty. I don't want her to go into palliative care, but it would take so much pressure off everything else.

We're having fish and chips for dinner. (It is Lent after all.) Will that make everything better?