FAMILIES!
Aged has not been feeling so well of late.
Some of it is just age catching up, but there seems to be some underlying thing that knocks her for 6 every so often
I've finally nagged her to the doctor's and she's to have a blood test to check all is well.
When not feeing too good she gets tired quickly and unsteady on her feet.
Now every Friday, she and aunt Val have gone into Brentwood for the afternoon.
They shop, have lunch out and generally have a good time.
However, Aunt tends to shop till Aged drops o_O and Aged has been finding it a bit too much.
Should Aunt have other things to do she will drop Aged like a hot brick and no one is supposed to mind.
Actually no one does, she has something else going, on fair enough!
This attitude, however, does not work both ways.
2 Saturdays ago , Aged had said to me that she wanted to knock the Friday trips on the head until she's sorted out what ails her.
"Fair enough", says I, "what's the problem?" Aged having that 'I'm about to be eaten by lions' look on her face.
Turns out she was terrified of telling Aunt Val, as Aunt has a propensity for having a major snit.
We get to the café, Aged fretting more and more, Aunt, Uncle and Midal arrive, everyone chatting at once; when Aged drops the "I need to stop Fridays for a while" bomb. :eek:
If looks could kill, Aged should have shrivelled up on the spot!
You could have cut the air with a knife and dagger looks shot from their table to ours.
I was fuming, but one look at Aged's face told me to keep my temper.
Next Saturday, we awaited the mob in the café, Aged looking more and more strained; no one came.
If it was left to me I would have phoned Aunt and given her a piece of my mind.
FFS Aunt is 73 and Aged is 80, one or both could drop dead at anytime and Aunt thinks they have time to be sulking and alienated.
This Saturday, I suggested to Aged, that a change of tea and cake venue was on the cards, she doesn't need the stress!
She happily agreed, but had got some of her mettle back and followed up with "I'm too old to be playing silly buggers, the ball is now in Val's court."
I did point out that really how dare she be feeling ill and discombobulating Aunt in such a fashion :rolleyes: Aged sniggered.
She'd just popped into Holland and Barretts, when I spied Uncle Pete two doors down.
I shot into H&B's like a bolting rabbit.
Aged crumbled and said "I can't deal with seeing them today".
So, there I am, a grown woman, peering round corners and creeping along the walls to M&S to ascertain the coast is clear.
I'm then waving Aged on and out of sight.
Recounting the whole thing to Mole that night, Mole was as pissed off as I am.
Mole, however, is very unlikely to hold back should he bump into Aunt, so if a bomb goes off in the vicinity of Chelmsford, it will be Mole blowing up my Aunt. o_O