Successful collection of parental unit transpired, followed by evening in hotel, and successful transfer of aforementioned parental unit to airport next day.
However, I was inundated with calls from my brother (the titular head of the family).
Phonecall 6pm Thurs night: "Yes, Owen, I have managed to collect mother from the station (I can read timetables), and yes we have managed to get to the hotel (I can read itineraries)."
Phonecall 7:30am Fri morning: "Yes, Owen, we are up, packed and ready to go the airport terminal (I can set an alarm, I can read a flight schedule)."
Phonecall 1:00pm Fri afternoon: "Yes, Owen I saw Mum onto her flight (I can ask the attendants for special attention for my doddery 83 year old Mum - she even got paged prior to everyone else boarding the plane). Yes, Owen, I did right down the contact numbers for the hotels she will be staying in (I can think ahead to what questions you may ask me)."
Am I pissed off at my brother - you think? I am forty six years old - I don't need my big brother holding my hand anymore!!! I don't know whether to be insulted, or what ...
In other news, do you think I should complain to the hotel we stayed in - I have had an hypoallergenic reaction to whatever detergents they use to wash their sheets - I'm currently covered in red welts. I have the same problem with dishwashing liquids and latex gloves. I'm sort of special, aren't I?
BM and I were both too knackered last night to attend a trivia night at the uni with some friends. Felt bad about pulling out but knew I wouldn't have been much use anyway.
Fandom kerfuffles - hmmm, may comment later, but one quick thought (two, two quick thoughts, Cardinal Fang) - LJ is just like real world sometimes, the power cliques love kicking you when you're down, and it is easy to forget that LJ is part of a thing called the World Wide Web - be careful what you say, you never know where it will turn up.
Off to make some beer, do the washing, and other fun stuff.