Saturday

I expected Mum not to be around this weekend as she's full of the cold, also at one point thought it was covid but that came back negative. 
But, no, she wanted to go for coffee. We went to the hospice cafe (blip), I sent her for a seat and I stood in the queue, I came back and she was asleep! I was not impressed and told her she shouldn't be out and I shouldn't have had to come out. Hour and a half later she said she needed to go home.

Steven had messaged that they were in the Herringbone and did we want to join.  Dropped mum off and went along. Good chat until I got annoyed at S and his attitude towards family. 
It was getting busy and noisy and I needed to leave. 
Not the best day, exactly why I want to be on my own all the time; I can't get dysregulated and angry. 
Home, angry agitated, running conversations over and over and banged my head.