If it's not one thing, it's another

It seems the property is okay. The shower is flat & the owners will provide a seat for me to use in it. Perfect. Rather further from an airport than we'd hoped, but the Fox is convinced he'll manage it, even if we have to have a break along the way.

All ought to be settled. But no. Now we have another problem. The Fox goes to pay it with his debit card. It's not accepted. He realises he hadn't actually transferred the money into that account. He hastily does that. The money appears in the account. He lets the travel agent know. They try again. Still no use. They agree to leave it until this morning before having another go. This morning the phone goes. They still haven't been able to get payment. We'll have to go along with a cheque this afternoon. Meanwhile we'll have to find out why the bank is refusing payment.

I just hope the property doesn't go while all this happening.

We've yet to sort out the flight. It will have to be Ryanair. We're trying to work out how much luggage we need to take as they charge per bag according to weight. We're hoping if the travel agent does all the booking for the flight we won't have too much hassle when we come to the actual travellling. Ryanair are notorious for hidden extra costs, especially for disabled people. We really are not in a state to cope with them adding yet extra stress on us. We're telling ourselves we just have to accept there will be problems & be prepared with extra cash.

All of this hassle is more than either of us is in much state to deal with. Last night I went to bed before 8pm, took a sleeping pill & didn't re-emerge until a good twelve hours later. Nonetheless, by now, I'm already feeling more like going to sleep again than anything else.

We're both feeling off, without any specific aches & pains to put our fingers on. Maybe it's just as well we're due for the follow-up from our failed MOT on Monday. Maybe we have something physical amiss, medications need tweaking or something. Either way I'm trying to take things a bit quieter. Unfortunately that means putting more on the Fox & I'm not convinced he's up to it. Maybe we should use the excess respite vouchers but to do what? Angie can't make decisions for us, take all the stresses away, etc. She can't even cook meals etc when she usually comes in the morning. We'll think about it. Maybe Monday will bring some solutions. Or at least make things easier.