I'm back in the flat.

I'm back after spending a few days with my daughter and the children. 

The littlies are better, the washing mountain is less like a mountain and is now down to a small hill.  The central heating oil was delivered so things are now at the level of ordinary family chaos albeit with six children. Social services are pushing for the next oldest sibling of the littlies to join the family, the annex is being organised so the current oldest fosterchild can move into it as they are 16 and so make room for the newbie to move in.

Apart from sorting the washing and ironing I was also able to babysit when Cass was treated to a spa day. Apart from me cooking pizza, the children mainly sorted themselves out so it was wasn't difficult.

I need to make another appointment with regards to my hearing aids. When I went for my last appointment the assistant wasn't expecting me and claimed I'd misspelled my first name. Surely my surname and address were enough? I waited some time to be seen and didn't see the audiologist. My aids were cleaned and tweaked and I was sent on my way. I was warned that I'd need to wait for the aids to settle, though I never have before. Unfortunately all they do now is whistle and if I stand too close to a wall they shriek very loudly. My daughter said she could hear them and wondered how I could cope with the racket!