I take my widowed neighbour to see her sister in law who, unfortunately suffers from dementia, and is now in a lovely care home. They had booked a Christmas Panomime for the residents and their families and little
children. We duly went to see it.
The pantomime was The Wizard of Oz put on by a little group of 4 people and was excellent. When it began, Dorothy, her mother, uncle and brother sang a song and
when it ended one of the residents yelled to them that it was rubbish. She kept saying this as she walked up to them. Another resident at the in the room told her to "shut up you old cow"! The staff led the first lady away from the
cast and she was still saying that it was rubbish. When she reached the area where the other lady was sitting, which resulted in a row between them and language not quite suitable for the young children watching the pantomime!
It culminated in a glass of water thrown by one of them at the other one and they both led away by the staff.
The cast were absolute troopers, carrying on regardless. Me? I was helpless
with laughter and an old JS workmate was in the audience as her father was a resident there. I tapped her on the shoulder and said "this is going well then" and we were both helpless with laughter.
have booked a seat for next year!!
NB, the residents are lovely and I know that might be any one of us one day.
I have just had my little baby boy and girl for 2 sleeps before Christmas and we made a Christmas show as we usually do out of cardboard boxes and various other articles. This this time I filmed it. Unfortunately, I had turned off the video
instead of on and as we had already had 3 takes, little baby boy refused to do the original one again. So I had to make do with what I had already filmed.
When we were setting everything up, he said that he
had told his uncle and aunty that he liked
to go to Gran's at Christmas, as he would be allowed in her Special Room which was only for adults, had plastic sheeting on the floor and chains
along the wall and ceiling. I asked what they had said when he told them about it. He said they said "that's nice".
I must hurriedly explain. The Special Room, as my little baby boy and girl call it,
is the living room I made upstairs for high days and holidays. I had told them that no unacompanied children or animals were allowed in and no food or drink. Hence mainly adults.
This didn't quite work
out as I planned and I had the carpet cleaned last week. To protect it I put plastic protecting sheets along the edges and areas were there was most footfall.
As it was Christmas we had made some
paper chains for the ceiling and walls.
It was where we filmed their Christmas Show, so they were looking forward to going in to it!!
When I went to pick them up, he
had his playstation out and said he was playing GTA, which he was allowed to, as long as the sound was turned down and an adult in the room. He said he liked the car chases.
When it started, I suddenly realised
that there were topless pole dancers wearing tiny thongs. I blurted out that they were in a Strip Club and he replied, "I know Gran, but don't worry, they are just starting off in there and then they will run out to start their cars". Sure enough
On the way to my house, the same journey that involved the underage drive analysis, he was talking about the GTA game.
"Gran", he said, "I know why it is called
a Strip Club". Agog, I tentatively asked him why.
Because the ladies only wear thin strips for knickers", he replied.
STEPFATHER's HEARING AID/SHOPPING TRIP
I had to take my SF yet again to have his hearing aid checked. We have already 3 times before due to the fact he had put the flat batteries back in that he had store in the same compartment as the new ones, turned
it off when he thought he had found the background noise filter and twisted the wire and snapped it when he was cleaning it and was then shown the correct way to do it.
The same problem with his cleaning of it was
what had caused it again. He discovered he was cleaning it every day, when once a month would be fine. He is banned from cleaning it until after Christmas!
After that we went to the supermarket to get
is weekly shopping. It was extremely busy and there were queues for the checkouts. I got what I wanted and then saw he was in a very small queue and had his shopping laid out on the belt and was waiting. He saw me and said "I unloaded
my shopping and told the lady I was glad I had finished my shopping". She said "that's good". She then went off and hasn't come back.
I had suddenly realised that he was at the self service checkout
where the goods actually going along on the conveyor belt before you self scan them.
"She wasn't the cashier", I said, "she was the customer in front of you". Rather than cause a fuss by removing his items,
I put them through for him. He was completely baffled when told not to remove items from the bagging area, as he started to put them straight into his shopping bag. We finally got through, but the contactless card reader was another story!