I had to be at my best to deal with Mrs Angry yesterday.  As I was in the firing line I had to absorb her anger for quite some time.  Thankfully our social worker came on the phone and Maureen gave her it with ‘both barrels’.  I realised that Maureen needed time to deal with her disappointment in us all conspiring to dump her at a ‘Mental Home’.   She had also been given a message that she was no longer fit to be my Head Nurse.  A phrase from Little Britain sums it all up: ‘How very dare you?’

Late in the afternoon I made the best of a lucky break and followed Maureen as she stormed off for a walk.  I remained at a distance for about a mile, and caught her up to be greeted with: ‘what are you doing here?’  I blagged it for a while using my version of compassionate communication ;  thanking her for encouraging me to get some fresh air.  As we neared home the atmosphere warmed up a little as I steered her to our house.

Once inside I moved into my Chef mode, discussing options for the evening meal.  I then smoothly introduced an aperitif of whisky, ginger wine, and ginger ale which was well received – a couple in fact.  With the food on the go I used YouTube to revisit some of Maureen’s favourite numbers.  Dinner went like a dream with yet another Signature Sweet.  The final course was vinyl again with Rita Cooledge on the deck: my Songbird in great voice.

As eight o clock arrived Maureen declared she was tired after a busy day.  I am not surprised as the emotional drain on her from the ‘Mental Home’ must have meant she was running on empty.  It didn’t take much to help her with her night-time routines.  I think she was fast on well before nine.

As Matt used to say on TV: ‘How very dare you!’.