15th December 2014

I am so far behind with this Christmas malarkey, give me another month and I might be ready ... just.

The care home phoned to say the doctor had been in to Dad, he's been prescribed antidepressants to help him with his depression. I was expecting it as he was like this after his last big incapacitating operation. Apart from that he's fine.

I had a telling off from one of the school mums this morning. She told me (and another mum) that she was very upset that we hadn't informed her of the year 6 party that happened on Friday. The children came out of school on Thursday with a note about party clothes can be taken in the next day. How were we to know that her child didn't get a note? She went right into a "I thought friends looked out for each others children" speech, but thankfully we were interrupted three times by other people needing information about school events. I have to deal with organisng the school PSA, my dad and my family; now I'm supposed to be her child's secretary too? I don't think so love - time I stood somewhere else at the school pick-up and distance myself from her ... again.