Hard times return ..

My sister returned home today.

All seemed well - mum was happy - she has started eating two bowls of 'scrunchies' for breakfast - then virtually nothing else for the rest of the day.

I went out for a jaunt (and saw little more than this redshank) and returned to give mum her  tea.  I was repeatedly called stupid and in need of using my brain.

Ho hum - I know it's the disease, I know it's not her fault, I know all that stuff - but it makes it no easier.

There may have been shouting and swearing.

Shame on me.