New Day

It's been an exciting, exhausting, enlightening few days.

Firstly my 'new' table is wonderful. It's Ercol, it's a deep glossy rich brown wood with legs to die for. Bought, NOT from a charity shop but from Les and Garry's emporium. (House clearances etc).
Mr Horsehound and Mr Hairy Suit got it on Sunday while I looked after mum and did the potatoes. Snooker being my tonic. Selby by the way lifted the cup AND the massive cheque. £300,000.
Anyway, as the boys carried the table up the path I knew I'd chosen well...
But I wasn't there so how did I get the perfect one?
Photos of course. From Hairy's mobile to my in-box. I don' have a snazzy phone. AND DON'T NEED ONE EITHER.

Mum has been very ill.
Palliative District Nurse came yesterday. Gave mum the once over and left a prescription which I must collect this morning in order for the next district nurse to do the bizzo.
Poor mum. The indignity of it all. Still, she's opened up to me a lot recently and we've come to many agreements. Mostly that it's not shameful to accept personal care from your daughter.
Which reminds me. I was up at four this morning,...Two men looked through prison bars, one saw mud the other stars...
As I did what needed doing I heard joyous birdsong............

Mum is bed bound now. And when I see her there. All I want to do is sing.
Sing my heart out because our situation has brought us closer together. I've discovered a mum whose tenacity is legendary but to this degree was unknown. And I've discovered a lot about myself and I quite like it.