Hotting Up

When I roused at 6.30am this morning The Mother was up and waiting to talk to me. "Make a cup of tea and sit down, I want to talk!" Oh, dear!

She had had an even worse night than usual due to my statement, last night, about her care. However. I was relieved, and surprised that she had taken on board the difficulty I was having and had started, through the night, making lists of things that would need to be dealt with. I phoned my support officer.

The afternoon was spent out at the lodge cutting the grass. This is where I blipped the red-hot poker. We have #1 Daughter and family arriving to stay here tomorrow.