This has resulted in an unsatisfactory arrangement of myself and my sister travelling hundreds of miles across the length of England each month to stay for a few days each week bar one.
It is depressing when neither of us meet very often, and we have had not an ounce of sympathy from dad or brother, who are just concerned with their own comforts.
So I send my sis photos, as we are forced to sleep on an uncomfortable sofa in the conservatory.
The Christmassy lights I attached to a funny indoor, ornamental bird box my mum bought on a whim when she was out with me at a garden centre.
Its in the conservatory where me and sis sleep, adding a touch of Christmas cheer in an otherwise gloomy house.
When I used to drive up to visit for a week, me and mum would go to a different garden centre each day. By the end of the week she was exhausted but insisted we still go out, as my dad never took the car out and mum didn't drive.
A lot of the time we bought the same things, ornaments for the garden or sun catchers, or wind chimes. Now I see mine as reminders of happier days.
On a more practical note, I have also taken to sending photos of minor domestic achievements in my dad's house, like the clean fridge!
The fridge has a reputation for being a danger zone, scary to open on the first day of a visit for what you might find lurking within. Both my dad and my brother have no sense of smell ( and appear not to notice mould on food either) the fridge is a health hazard, in a ridiculous position where its nigh on impossible to open the door wide enough to get the tray and shelves out.
Quite an achievement to clean it, I felt the need to send a photo to my sis to get a bit of acknowledgement, seeing as my dad and brother did not even notice I was cleaning / had cleaned it.
So, blog entries this year have all but stopped. Blogs to me represent happy memories, and if I don't have any to share I just read others. I rarely comment these days on others posts, because I think they will click my blog and see I have not written anything for months.
I read of people who may also have problems but are battling on. Finding happinesses sometimes when faced with terrible illness. I also keep up to date with the cat stories, and the bloggers who live in the type of remote abodes I can only dream of.
I like to read of self-sufficiency and chickens and beaches and living on a boat, and of visits to historic houses and arty creations, craft fares and junk shop discoveries.
The list is endless. One blog often leads to another, and another....
Passes a few lazy minutes, anyway.
Me (in red) & Mum & sis