1st May 2014

I did some more sorting out this morning. Lots more washing up and scrubbing. Until I opened one box and found it full if rusty, scratched, dirty saucepans, utensils, knives, rusty toaster, broken plastic scales and other crud that had been emptied out of a kitchen drawer and thrown into the box. Some of it was wrapped in newspaper and the date said April 2011, so it was either my mum or my sister who packed all this stuff in the loft. No idea why. If they didn't want it, they should've given it away back then. Mr S is moaning at me as I can't bring myself to give it away without cleaning it. We gift aid everything we give to charity so they know exactly who donates; the shame of giving away something dirty or broken is just something I can't do.

Went out to dinner with the in-laws. My poor mother-in-laws spine has now curved too much to the right and it's pushing her hip out of place. She's now on painkillers and seemed quite spaced out. It's awful watching her deteriorate but she's so determined to stay out of a wheelchair. She actually finds sitting more painful than walking. They've done so much for us over the years, I wish we could do something to help her. I guess they'll need us a lot more when she can't move around anymore. And when they call, we'll be there for her/them.