I think I've just spent all week procrastinating. I will find anything to do other than what really should be done.
I'm probably making excuses but I think it all goes back to a fortnight ago when OH called in at his mother's house (she having been consigned to a care home by now) and discovered that her dining table and chairs and her fridge/freezer had gone.
So last Saturday we went down (a mere 40 miles each way) to discover vastly more stuff had gone - to wit, dining table and chairs, fridge/freezer, microwave, kettle, a sewing box, two chairs, freeview box, shredder, kitchen clock, nest of 3 tables, 2 table lamps, a quantity of cutlery, and bizarrely the BT master socket (which is actually the property of BT).
We went out to the care home to confirm that actually none of this lot was out there. We also discovered that of all the photos of grandchildren the overwhelming majority were of SIL's offspring.
By now OH is panicking that her car is going to suddenly disappear, even though she has technically signed it over to our daughter a year or so ago, but we've left it in her garage so that she can pretend that she could drive it if she wanted to, but she just doesn't want to. To be honest, her mental ability (lack of) and eyesight (also lack of) mean that she would be an absolute menace by now so a while ago we removed the battery so she couldn't start it anyway. But she liked the idea of the car being there - just in case.
So on Monday we go down and move the car to a secret location (which obviously I can't tell you where it is) so that it's safe. After all, once it's gone, it's gone. No car has ever come back from a breaker's yard, has it?
And now all the Court of Protection stuff is going to have to be changed because OH thinks he can't trust his sister to be joint Deputies. And it just goes on and on, and takes more and more time. And I'm still not knuckling down to work. Which is all very depressing.