Tis the first day back to work, and of course, nothing is ever straightforward. Elderly Aunt has called an ambulance and is now in Barnet General. I am expected to drop everything, rush to teh hospital, pick up her keys, go back to her house, let the cat out of the bedroom because that was a sensible course of action to take to lock a cat in a bedroom before you go out to hospital, pick up some clothes, go back to the hospital, drop of clothes, then come home again. This would have taken four hours roughly, and cost somewhere in the region of £50, and that is before I have counted the cost of cancelling work (Around £300). I did not do any of the above, and ended up shouting on the phone to her that she needed to be a little more sympathetic. This of course made me feel guilty, and so the vicious circle of guilt and recriminations continues. I went to work tonight wishing that I could be anywhere else, and missing the girls who are at Auntie Wend's. Work as it turned out was fun, and perhaps the tonic I needed. We had a new girl start, and all seemed to be well with the world. I settled down in the evening a drank some wine, and mused about my family too much
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