A bloody awful day ..

So having shocked poor blippers with fox porn yesterday, today I will bore you with a whinge.

Before I'd even gone to bed last night, mum had got up three times. Then at 4 am she came into my bedroom and told me she was starving and needed to eat a biscuit. She's barely eaten over the last few days, so up I got and went downstairs to get biscuits and a drink for her. (I then found she had a full tin of biscuits in her bedroom - ho hum.)

Back to bed for me. Woken by the burglar alarm at 6.30 am. You'd be surprised how long you can carrying on lying in bed, listening to a burglar alarm when you're at the end of your tether.

Downstairs to get mum - take her upstairs and get her washed and dressed. Downstairs for breakfast. Promisingly she ate and kept down most of a bowl of cereal.

I have spent the entire day trying to get her to eat, drink, wake up, take medication.

But mostly she's been asleep and when woken looks grumpy and blank and lost.

I asked how she felt. She said she felt really odd, like she was in another world - and I'm afraid that's exactly where she is a lot of the time, and will end up there all the time soon.

I am sick of the sound of my own grumpy voice today - as is she, no doubt.

My good intentions of making inroads into the total tip here has started, but not got very far.

I got out for an hour or so and saw this beautiful kestrel in a brief burst of sunshine.