Deflated

Today, Friday, I thought things were starting to improve. My friend has his GP although nobody has contacted him about district nurses visiting which is a worry as he's supposed to be seen every day.

I managed to get some time to get out after mum had had the squits early morning and later in the afternoon. Had to give her an Immodium after it began to happen more frequently.

Then I had a lovely carvery instead of my usual ding meals.

I should have known not to get lulled into any feelings of contentment because when we came out of the Moby Dick someone pointed out that my tyre was flat.

I drove to the nearest garage and inflated the tyre and managed to drive home.
It looked like I've got a slow puncture which I'll have to try and sort out tomorrow.