The Old Farmers routine becomes ever more uninhibited. At three thirty two this morning ( I stared at the bedside clock in disbelief so the timing is exact to the minute ) the Ford Transit motor home is coaxed, noisily, into life. There is a problem with its crankshaft which produces a shutter rattling roar. Sleep becomes academic. The motor home heads off down the lane. An hour and forty three minutes later ( the bedside clock again looked at in disbelief ) he returns. So many questions. Why did he decide to go off in the middle of the night ? Where did he go ? At what stage does a ninety two year olds behaviour transition from the charmingly eccentric to 'travel by moonlight' bizarre ? Perhaps there's a rational explanation ?
Sophie does not suffer from disturbed sleep patterns. She is as fresh as a daisy and ready to begin the days excitement. This morning Angus tries to install Amazon Prime on the 'smart' tv. This should take seconds but doesn't. An app has to be found and programmed in. Both finding and programming aren't as simple as the handbook claims. The family diva can only do so much to hide her impatience with this ineptitude. Another morning where priorities seem to have been misplaced. Surely, this could have waited until after our trip to the bakers for curly croissant ends ? The guilt inducing PONette gaze is much in evidence.
Advent song #23 from an unusually empty St.Pauls in London : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qT2wAqqlZs
8 comments:
Sympathies over your lost sleep, but I don't know why you were so surprised - the Old Farmer did tell you he was planning to take the motor home out for a spin. Maybe he just wanted to do it when the roads were clear? Sympathies also about the smart tv. I bought one as well a few months ago and found it to be a challenge.
Bertie can at least rest assured that today's reason for Sophie's frustration will not apply in our household. Smart TV? Amazon Prime?
Towards the end of her life my mother completely lost awareness of the time of day, despite her cognitive abilities otherwise being pretty good. Something similar going on with the Old Farmer perhaps?
Similar to Gail's comment, my mother who has dementia and now needs 24/7 hospital level care, would get dressed and try to go shopping in the middle of the night. She had no idea of time, so watched tv and ate meals at strange hours. I had to "disable" her car so she wasn't a danger to others in the road... though at the times you mentioned the old farmer perhaps was the only one driving around in your village. Hopefully the old farmer is managing life living by himself OK, and at least managing to eat regular meals.
Our son installed Amazon Prime on our TV for us in less than 2 minutes with no instructions. He does not have a TV himself. How do they know what to do?
Were the curly croissant ends worth enduring all those guilt-inducing PONette stares?
Hopefully Lisa is right and the Old Farmer wanted to go for a spin when the roads were empty.
How lucky I was that both my mother, and her mother, were totally aware and had no problems with memory loss or confusion until they day they died - in their 90's. They managed their financial affairs themselves, and their homes with help from cleaners and gardeners. Just hope I'm as bright, and don't suddenly start walking Inca at odd hours or deciding to shop in the middle of the night!
My favorite Christmas carol. Who knew, in 2020, when the video was posted, that we would be facing a worse surge one year later? Sorry, not a very Christmas-y thought.
An early hour for a drive. There is a new episode of "The Grand Tour" on Prime, on my list of things to watch what those three are up to this time (making fun of the French this time.)
Hmm maybe it is a good thing that the roads were clear at that hour. Is it worth a visit to check that the old boy is ok?
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