blue-grey saturday

Westerly winds have been sweeping across the city for several days now. Today there have been some terrific gusts, flattening the grass in our garden, indicating a wind speed in excess of 100kph.

Perhaps it is the wind that has sucked one of our cats up and away into the ether. Certainly he hasn't put in an appearance for over 48 hours now, and I fear the worst. Of course he may have found a new family; cats do that sometimes, I am told. And he has disappeared for days at a time twice before. I just don't know. But it has cast a bit of a shadow over us today.

This morning I went through the LPA forms once again, line by line, to ensure there were no mistakes, as an imperfectly completed form results in the immediate loss of the £120 fee. There were. In the part to be filled in by the GP, where it said:
"EITHER/OR: Fill in ONE of the following 2 boxes" he had filled in both. It is fortunate, therefore, that we are going to see him again next week on another matter, so I can get him to fill it in properly this time on a new form I have printed off. In fact we are seeing him to ask for his support in my mum's appeal against the DVLA withdrawing her driving licence the moment they caught wind of her memory loss. The poor thing rang to tell me the news a couple of days ago, and quite understandably was in a terrible state.

Thing is, I know she is still a perfectly competent driver as long as she sticks to her comfort zone, which is no more than 10 miles from her house, and only in daylight. She may win her appeal though: people can get a special assessment done which will confirm her driving ability and all will be fine again. Until the day comes when she sets out and forgets where she's going and gets completely lost. And panics...