Mother. (Episode 21)

27 08 2016

According to mother her Sainsbury’s Nectar loyalty card looks very similar to her pension ID card. (I’ve checked and it does, if you are not wearing spectacles). In fact she’s even tried to use it to collect her pension in the past. And likewise she has handed her pension card in to the girl at the Sainsbury’s check out in order to have her loyalty points credited to it. But unlike the post office assistant the check out girl in Sainsbury’s always reminds mother to remove her bank card at the end of any transaction. If they’d done that at the post office mother wouldn’t have had to go without her pension for three weeks.

Mother did check to see whether her pension I.D card had been found but it hadn’t, so she ordered a new one, and after an anxious wait it eventually arrived with a “Rattle” and a “Plop” three days later. ‘Thank goodness’.

And so we headed off to collect mothers now accumulating pension pot.

I waited in the car, a tiny ball of anxiety bouncing around my stomach until Mother returned, rolling her eyes and clutching a fistful of notes- a look of relief smoothed across her once blotchy forehead. ‘Well thank god for that’.

Back home, and to celebrate, we transported tea to a sunny spot in mothers garden, dunked Rich Teas into the poppy decorated mugs, eventually leaning back into our candy striped sun chairs. All is right with the world I sighed as honey coloured sun beams seeped into my sinuses – birds in the back ground twittering around mothers fat balls, hanging precariously from a “Red Robin” bush branch. At some point I must have dozed off.

 “I don’t believe it’, a “Victor Meldrew” voice forcing me to squint sideways at mother attempting to bolt upright in a half collapsing sun lounger. ‘I’ve gone and left my pension card in the post office again’

We hurried back to reclaim it before it fell into less than honest hands – but alas the Post Office  had closed for lunch. Or so we thought. When we tried again later we discovered that they had closed for the rest of the day as well, leaving mother to worry about her lost pension card until the very next morning.

But as a good friend of mine once said, ‘Never be in a hurry to get rid of the worries you know because they will only be replaced by worries you are not yet familiar with’.

So true, I reflected, as Mother gave up trying to start her car and I scoured the “Yellow Pages” for a local car mechanic.

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