Back to hospital again.

My mum was addmitted into hospital again this week. She has gall stones, her liver and kidneys don't function well and she's diabetic too. My brother text me to let me know about my mum on Monday morning. My brother came to West London to my parents home to see my mum in the hospital and to stay with my dad. I went to see my mum in hospital and saw my dad and brother too.

My dad was ok but he does feel insecure when my mum goes into hospital. I hadn't seen my brother since Christmas eve and hadn't spoken to him properly since June. I was going to avoid talking about the awful orphan and nisha; I didn't want to ruin the time I would spend with my brother after such a long time. It came as a surprise when my brother brought up the awful orphan and his brother. But I didn't shy away from the chosen topic as I had a lot on my chest. So when my brother asked how I was coping with my neighbours I told him. I asked how my nephews were coping with being my neighbours. He told me the awful orphan was ok and handling it well. The younger brother was not doing as well as he's more emotional and isn't able to cut off from his feelings so easily. This news came as no surprise to me. My brother told me my nephews had moved in next door to me to avoid capital gains tax. Again, not news to me, I had worked that one out. Something my brother didn't tell me was that my nephews have gone to India for a week to see their father's family, including their Grandparents. My brother knew this but he chose not to tell me.

Then came the cherry on the cake - my brother told me nisha has been made redundant. I knew this had been in the pipeline for sometime. So good news. Result. I told my brother I would be having a party to celebrate. Facecious - I know.

All in all I was happy with the way things had gone with my brother. There was no shouting, no screaming and minimal swearing. I had been lighthearted and happy to be with my brother but something went wrong somewhere.

I had been to see my mum in hospital on Monday after seeing my dad and my brother. Mum was ok considering all her problems. She was pleased to see me, she was chatting away and I did a couple of litle jobs for her. On Tuesday my brother let me know how my mum was doing. On Wednesday I hadn't heard from my brother so I sent him a text to ask how mum was. He replied saying he didn't know how mum was, he was at work and he told me which ward my mum was in. OK. What happened? What did I miss? My brother ususally lets me know when he's going back home to Milton Keynes and he usually tells me who is staying with our dad. Well not this time.

It's over 24 hours later and I haven't heard from him. I was trying to be cool and I text him back saying - ok, ta. But I didn't expect him to be so tight lipped. So again I've been sent to Coventry and I don't know why. I was hoping it wouldn't bother me; I thought I had become stronger over the last 6 months and better able to handle things. Wrong. I didn't sleep last night. I got to work at 3pm. OMG! And only managed to work 4 hours. So maybe not so much improvement.

Family. Joy oh joy!

Happy New Year?

Another New Year. What will this year bring? Hopefully good health, peace and happiness. Not like last year. This time last year I went over to the awful orphan's house with an olive branch. We'd had a fight a couple of days earlier, so being the gown up I decided to go over with my husband, taking a home made sweet dish as a peace offering. Well it was a good effort but apparently not good enough. We got a chilly reception - the weather outside was warmer. The nephews had a friend over and the awful orphan's girlfriend was there too. We managed to sqeeze a hello out of the brothers but trying to get a Happy New Year just wasn't going to happen.

We sat down. The awful orphan offered us drinks. We both declined. The little brother had a bigger problem with both of us than the agrieved brother; he wasn't talking at all. After about 5 minutes I went in the kitchen to put the sweet dish into a dish of theirs so I could take my dish back home. I couldn't get a word out of the girlfriend - don't know what her problem was. Frosty the snowman would have been friendlier. But hay ho! I got my dishes and sat down for another couple of minutes. I asked my husband if we could go. Girlfriend was making dinner - there was enough to feed the 5,000, but we didn't get an invite to stay. We wouldn't have stayed but it would have been polite to be asked; that's what Panjabis do, unless they're tight or they have no manners.

So off we poddled, down the road back to our warm loving family to report on any progress.

So that was 1st Jan '09. Not a great start. Tried but apparently not hard enough.

What will this year bring? 1st Jan '10? I hope it will be better than last year. God willing the awful orphan will come to his senses and we can have some peace and quiet and get on with our lives. Lets see what this year brings.