Yesterday was very tiring, nay exhausting.

Mum bedded down in the afternoon, something she never does, I was relieved because I could go into the kitchen and day dream about sex /romance whilst stirring my mince.
Best of both worlds.

The evening passed slowly but without trauma, she sloping on the armchair offering up words of advice regarding how not to waste time. Me, on the edge of the sofa grasping at anything which might give succour. Cat, tea, you know what I mean.

Okey dokey....

What I hope for, later this morning, is an event-free trip to London, no sick-ups please dear on either train or bus.


Then back home I'll come to a very nausea-inducing late night dinner. God I hate eating after 9pm.
But then a quick facial scrub and bed... for a painless mumless night.



I missed The Great British Bake-Off last night so don't anyone dare tell me what happened! Will watch at my leisure sometime in the future:)


Now I must fly.