Pfffffttttt ...

Poor old mum is feeling rough.

I kind of assume if she's under the weather that it's a UTI and treat it as such in case that sorts out the problem. But the constant nagging to get her to drink drives me bonkers.

She has barely eaten a thing and as I took her to bed she was slightly sick (sorry for such a graphic medical blip!)

Is it selfish of me to say I find it very wearing when she's like this? Poor woman - she would rather feel fit as a fiddle I expect.

In spite of everything, she's still my 'mummy' and will tell me to go out into the sunshine - so I did!

I've been wondering where all the hares are - the cereal and pea crops are being harvested so they must have found somewhere else to hide.

And finally I found one - in a yet-to-be-harvested pea crop.