I made a silly mistake on turning in last night: I chose the wrong bedroom. When Maureen woke in the early hours and found me in the marital bed she let me have it. The onslaught lasted for over half an hour as I was told in no uncertain terms what a s*** I was. Fortunately, I’ve now got a strategy for ‘cocking a deaf un’ so that I don’t absorb the vitriol and there was a bonus on-line.
Tara Quirke, in Australia, was on hand to sooth my troubled thoughts and offer warm words of encouragement -another Gem from Down Under. What she didn’t venture was I could have prevented the torrent by taking to the spare bedroom. This will be my ploy in future to encourage ‘Mrs Dementia’ to stay in the closet so Maureen and I get a good night’s sleep.
The proof of this pudding is in the eating: Maureen has just joined me at the keyboard and I have eased her into the Girls Dorm. She is a little unsteady on her feet this morning and feeling dizzy. Her grip is strong and she can smile so I’m encouraging her to take further rest. Just to be on the safe side I will relocate the Baby Monitor so I can hear her whenever she wakes from her slumbers.