Mum and me haven't said much.
I'm pottering about making things tidy, making cheese pastry for my flan tonight, listening to the radio and generally making plans.
Mum is sitting in the front room waiting to go out.
To say I'm pooped wouldn't do justice to the way I'm feeling. It's more a kin to having been bludgeoned.
We're off out soon on the Hockley run.... I'll keep my distance only speaking when spoken to, only engaging when necessary.
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