...revealing the treasures long time no see. I have started to put the jewellery given to me, that was all over the place in my suitcase ready to give it to a new home soon to be next month, when January finishes ....
All strands of a home life piecing together from rooms that were storage. When I proceed through it all, it either goes in the bin, gets recycled or disperse to charity, or other means. And then to the relevant rooms. boxes for putting to one side where I cannot access the non operating cupboards.
It looks like the sheds and one room will be dealt with by others with a list. These are the areas I find difficult to look at ...
You'd think with a clear already it be done. Oh no the items I was told to save and the reset up of life at the temporary accommodation was not envisaged in the bigger picture of coming back in. The thought not heeded where there was still not much space to put this all in. The now defunct outdated access to the foundations of functions once.
The bedroom was stated with still having too much for the size of her flat ...The continuity of care interruptions did not help this ...
You get tired of repeating yourself ... the case notes not sync good if they do not listen to you in the first instance ... the shell shock of those supposed to look out for us, when we cannot ourselves still with me to this day .. The lack of sense in hoard situations where the agencies are against each other by pushing the budget from one to the other ... to save costs ... This and a recession already killing one of us ...
And my adaption back to life and structure ... and the memorabilia from another house of photos etc. The panic of a daughter in assisting here when I went to be with my Dad who took turns for the worse, then recovered on many occasions during his treatment for cancer. The cycles of time I was not here when the goods were delivered from home to home. There was more muddle.
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