Something I love about my carers I’ve had for some time is I can have my smart mouth or my sharp tongue with them and they get my humour and respond as they are meant to. My regular carer arrived this morning and it was the first serious frost outside.
Not quite ‘pea-soup’ consistency, but not great. She came up the stairs to the front door and I pointed to the frost and told her “I blame you for that!”
Obviously, she does not have super powers, but she responded in kind with “I wish I had those powers!”
Later when she was doing my hair at the dinning room table, she tugged a little hard on my ponytail. I let out and “ouch”.
She said sorry and I told her she would be. She laughed.
Had my mum have been there as in the past, she would chastise me like a child. I know, but sometimes it’s the little things…