A Shitty Day

To start with, everything at work was completely filthy due to both supervisor and me having to have two days off at the same time having been struck down with a stomach bug - with the pleasant but useless blond (hereafter; PBUB) also off for the same reason. Not that that made all that much difference, since her overall effect is minimal at best and counterproductive at worst (the latter, generally) - which left Male Colleague (MC) all on his own.
     So, yeah. Lots of catching up to do.

THEN while enjoying a drink and a chat with Best Friend 1 I realized that I had lost my high visibility waistcoat - specially brought and paid for by moi, so that I could wear one that was at least close to the right size - leading to high panic.
     After retracing my steps to The Store (after remembering that moment in the car park by the burger van when I distractedly hunted about in my stuffed to overflowing shoulder bag for my sunglasses not really paying all that much attention as to whether or not anything fell out of it), I was informed that yes, someone HAD found a HVV; leading to a frantic search for said person - one of the many 'Dave's'. Dave is a popular Store name - before he could mislay it or, worse, hand it in to the warehouse as lost property thus ensuring that I would never see it again. Thankfully, he was caught before he could take either action and smilingly handed it over.
     God bless Dave.

THEN I return home to find my mother in a crumpled tearful heap on the sofa. The migraine that had forced her to give in and miss the West Midland Light Orchestra's spring concert last night had developed: she was now in complete and utter agony and feeling very sick.
     She is in bed now. There was and is nothing I could and can do for her, except fetch and carry water and dry crackers and occasionally put my arm around her and give her a comforting hug. All either of us can do is wait until it passes.
     Poor old mum.

THEN while fetching crackers to aid the aforementioned migraine victim I found a large cardboard box in the kitchen; addressed to me. The things the widow had promised to send, things she says dad would have wanted me to have, had arrived.
     I waited until mother had retreated up to her sick bed before opening it.
     I'm too upset to go into any detail about what it contained. That's for another day. Suffice to say that I sobbed many tears and am now spent.
     Oh, and I've also comfort binged on a mass bread and ketchup. And a packet of arrowroot biscuits.

....4.31-PM.
     I'm longing to give the day up as a loss and just have a stiff drink and go to bed, but unfortunately I can't.
     I need to be here and alert in case mum needs me.

...Plus the dog hasn't had his walk yet.
    Oh, crap...

Alice x