Parent disaster zone. Wouldn't wish this on anyone

Ah shit man.

Is the old fella drinking enough? Sounds a bit like dehydration.

I wouldn't rule out a POA but it sounds like your mum is not going to consent. Without that, game over there. I think my old dear was delighted to have the ability to defer to her children on anything as she's a bit lazy and awkward.

Fuck me these people are awkward. Long and short of it is step dad spends 6 weeks in hospital with pneumonia, had to be force feed, finally comes round, spends 2 weeks in physio rehab, gets home and then has a massive nosebleed......literally shot in the face type.....oh no, not going to A and E. Oh, no it'll be alright.

Literally asked him 10 times if I could take him to A and to get looked at as it had been bleeding about an hour, no, no. Daft cunt is literally eating his dinner bleeding into it.

I give up. Mother got a referal for memory clinic, told me it was a bank statement.

Going to go no contact for a couple of days no social are doing meals, they can witness the fuckwittery and report. Hopefully they'll do an intervention and put them in care. I'm done. I've only just gone back to work after weeks of this nonsense!

I don't envy you of this Meeks. My parents pretty much listen to me when it comes to most things. But they still do things that baffle and frustrate me from time to time.

Well that was a fun afternoon.....

I get a phone call from a strange number explaining my stepdad as managed to crash into a car war or something and the car is stuck, not moving and they can't shift it (apparently the immigrant car wash gang wouldn't lift a finger). She's asking if I know if they are covered by the RAC or AA but I've not a clue and neither has he.

I wang it over on the motorbike as I assumed car his damaged and not driveable but when I get there he's driven over a curb that dropped on the other side and is literally beached with one wheel hanging over and one wheel still on the tarmac. None of the recovery services apparently where answering the phone but as soon as I saw nothing was really damaged then I said it needed a trolley jack and lots of wood. I rang a mate who still lived there and the good samaritan also rang some ex-mechanic guy with a trolley jack. Luckily thrown in a corner were also some of the heavy base mounts they use for metal fencing.

Jack car up on jacking point , stick loads of shit under hanging wheel and then pile the fencing bases to use as a ramp and the car was freed with a small amount of scraping. Annoying as it's fairly pristine and I was thinking of trying to inherit it if the Mini needs replacing.

I then asked my stepdad what he was doing in the car wash anyway and he's not really sure why he went in there. The other day he asked me to check if the MOT had run out on the car......he'd only just done it a week before. I think there is some serious talking that needs to be done. We are nearing the point of no return or also him running some poor fucker over.