AFTER A SHOWER

A fuschia in the backyard looking pretty and drippy. One for Tiny Tuesday perhaps.

I'm waiting for a call from the people who supply Mum's stairlift. She was expecting someone for a service today, but she called to say no-one has been and it's broken down completely stranding her downstairs. I phoned and they apologetically told me that somehow her service call had been missed off the engineer's schedule (this is the second time this has happened), but they'd try and get someone to her as soon as possible. They are utterly useless, and I'm fuming. There are all sorts of complications if they don't get there until later on this evening and I'm feeling helpless 300 miles away.