midwife's muse

Winding me up

I'm getting really p****d off. Some dumb fax machine keeps calling my land-line and it doesn't disconnect when I hang up. Mind you, I suppose it beats Mad Mother phoning. She is obviously going through one of her manic phases at the moment, so thinks nothing of phoning at 10.30pm to ask if she can swap the hostess trolley for her butler cabinet. I think I said that I would get back to her on that, I had just finished the best part of a bottle of white wine, and just the concept of a butler whatever was beyond my mental capacities, let alone whether or not I wanted to do a swap.

Mother has just sold her husbands bungalow and is in the process of buying one very close to my sister. The mad one also has another home near to her new purchase, she is also trying to sell to this one. There is a problem though, about 10 years ago she put it in my name. Three weeks ago she phoned me, told me her plans and mentioned, in passing, that my tax bill would only be about £7,000. My controlled response was that I had absolutely no intention of paying anything as I had not, and would not be, benefitting in any shape or form, so prior to the sale she had better have everything transferred back to her. I wrote a letter along these lines to her solicitor, and have heard nothing. I'm just holding my breath now and awaiting the next development. Life with Mother is often suddenly disrupted. I'm very lucky that Sister bears the majority of the burden. I'm not quite sure how this worked out, possibly it's because they live closer, more likely because I have a much shorter fuse than my sister.

9.2.05 18:32