You know me, I don’t complain often. At least not in this blog. But just once, I am going to vent.

I have known for a long time that our maid takes a bit of food. Generally, we’ve turned a blind eye, because we know times are hard and it is expensive to look after a family of four or five on a minimal income. But she is really pushing her luck when I get home and find 20% of a new packet of bite-sized chocolates gone. Marc thinks I cannot play “Bad Cop” with her, but just watch. Thursday, I’m going to make her think she is so close to losing her job.

I rode my battery pretty much flat yesterday. They’re getting old and not holding a charge as well as they should. I am in the process of getting more. But when I woke up this morning, my wheelchair had not fully charged. So now, I’m sitting parked at my desk, while it finishes charging.

Then, to top it off, the cushion that I normally use in my wheelchair got soaked. Every night before going to bed, I throw my cushion out my chair. It just makes things easier, not having to move it when going to the loo in the middle of the night. Either I throw it on top of the wash basket, or in the basin. Last night, I threw it in the basin. What I did not notice, though, was that a tap was dripping. When I got up this morning, a corner of my cushion was soaked.

It should not have been too much of a train smash … Marc wrung out most of the water and I intended to dry it with the hairdryer. Except it short circuited after a few seconds. It was working a couple weeks ago.

So now I’m using a different cushion for the day, while my one is at home, in pieces, hopefully drying out little by little. I tore open the one side of the cushion to pull the wet foam out. I’m hoping everything dries ok … I don’t know what I will do if it doesn’t.