And so to the office; I trekked in on the back up bike - still not had a chance to get the spoke sorted in the Giant.

In early and there seemed to be precious little gossip from Friday so I knuckled down and fielded the usual Monday phone calls. 3 hours of nonsense later, I managed some work; she called from doc; nothing drastic so... Foot is still a mess, though. 

She went home; did a sneaky halfie so I plodded about in the gloom at lunchtime (Dumbiedykes is still high on my list of places to roam for 30 mins) before organising my week out (mostly)

At 5, I baled outt; to hers for gammon, roast potatoes and cauli cheese. She had some fishy / salmony things to go with bread she baked as a starter then I fired off some pancakes with choc and lime; a perfect zesty end to dinner. Before the usual child nonsense - even when she can see her mother is not well, she just will not let up. She is the terminator. Relentless in her pursuit to the bitter end....