Margaret is Angry

Friday lunch at a local hotel was not a success. The hotel is one of a big chain with a glitzy dining room where they serve enormous, fairly expensive but not well cooked meals. Margaret decided that she wanted their "Home Style" beef pie with mashed potatoes , gravy and mushy peas. When it arrived it was enormous and the pie lid had been prized off and the pie filled with the mushy peas. The pie sat in a bed of mashed potatoes and gravy. I think Margaret had about three mouthfuls of the pie having scraped the peas, which she hates, out. She ate some potato and gravy but left most of the meal. I had a steak sandwich which was accompanied by a pile of chips. I ate the steak and salad but left most of the chips and bread roll which made up the sandwich. I expect we will be back to the cheaper Bowls Club next week.

Before lunch Margaret went to the collection centre to have blood taken for her next tests. They always have difficulty finding a suitable vein and this time it hurt Margaret a lot and made her cry. The collector was very kind and Margaret soon settled down. We will get the results on Tuesday.

The rest of Friday Margaret rested and she went to bed early after a light supper.

On Saturday she was in a really angry mood. Didn't want a cup of tea before I walked Louis. She was upset when I took in her breakfast and yelled at poor Louis who shares it with her. Later when I was trying to clean her room she accused me of deliberately keeping her awake as she hadn't slept all night. She had been asleep on the two occasions that I looked in on her at midnight and 3.00 am. I finally gave up and went out for a break. I went into Tewantin to get some prescriptions filled for Margaret and had a coffee and cake break while waiting. When I got home she was still upset.

She gradually calmed down but did not eat much of her dinner which being battered dory and chips, previously a favourite, was a surprise. She stayed up quite late as I watched The bill and Taggert to get my UK TV crime hit for the week. This morning she is - rather was - quieter. I have just returned from answering her yells as she has just had another accident. She barely made the en-suite and I have just helped to shower and change her before washing the floor. I joked that at least I didn't waste my time cleaning the en-suite yesterday but she has forgotten kicking me out.

I was going to garden today but we have just had a heavy shower so I'll probably read and snooze in front ot the TV instead. Did I say previously that I hate gardening?