Sigh.

I arrived home from being in the office to find an envelope with some paperwork on the doormat. it looked like the paperwork I asked my sister to get for me a few weeks back. I know she's had it for at least a week.

I called her to confirm.

"Are you in the house?" she asked.

"I am now. I've just arrived home. I was in the office today."

"Ah, I literally just left your s about 5 mins ago. Did you see the stuff? I've had it for a while. I thought you would have come up for it last week or the weekend, but we didn't see you."

"Yeah, I've been feeling really off kilter, low energy, so it's been a real struggle to get anything done over the past week or so. I was actually going to come up this evening and see you to get this stuff, but you've saved me a journey." 

"You can still come up, but we're going out to our friends. Her mum has passed away."

"Nah, it's OK. As I said, you've dropped the stuff down. I can get on with the paperwork."

"You can call up any time, you know. Just give us a call to make sure we're in the house."

"I know. Sure, I call up all the time anyway do I not?"

"Yeah, I guess you do."

There was more to the conversation, but that was the frustrating bit: my sister, hanging around, waiting for me to visit her to give me paperwork, and in the same conversation, making out that I don't visit often enough, even though I've blogged before that she's never actually visited me for purely social reasons and I am at hers near enough on a weekly basis. I was genuinely surprised that she spent 5 minutes on a diversion on her way home from work to post the forms through the front door, because that's literally what it is.