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Date: 07 January 2006 13:01:06
Ah yes, it appears to be the end of my tether.
As I commented to Smudgelet this morning as he searched in vain for the swimming bag which was precisely where he left it, that not only do he and Tiddles seem to be losing everything (we finally found the missing shoe at school, just after I'd invested in replacements of course) but I seem to be losing something very rapidly too... my patience.
I am, however, bravely resisting the temptation to throttle my father. I think I should be up for some sort of award for such restraint. Does the Queen include such things in her new years honours list? Order of the Tether?
I am currently the object of Dad's frustrations. I know it's because he loves me and because there's nowhere else for him to let them out safely. Knowing it and accepting it are one thing... coping with it's quite another. Thus I find myself in the tricky situation of not particularly wanting to take his dinner round once I've made it. I am in disgrace because a) I sat watching his television last night and asked him to wait until my programme had finished before I gave him his nighttime tablets; b) I denied being the one who opened his toilet window and let all the heat out, despite the fact that I hadn't actually used his toilet at all yesterday and wasn't actually aware that his window opened because mine (in the identical bungalow next door) doesn't; c) When I went over to help him look for his new Bill Bryson book, it was sitting there exactly where I'd put it; d) I reminded him that he wasn't supposed to have more than three a day of his new tablets and e) when he asked me to find the calendar I'd bought him for Christmas, it was on the pinboard where he'd just looked for it. So obviously I'm attempting to make him think he's going insane by putting all the blame onto him.