Weird

..........Is the only word.


Last night Mr H and myself were visiting friends and after pud I suddenly jerked feeling the need to get home pretty damn quick.
And our evening was going so well too which made MY exit even more poignant and so with all concerned giving approval my mate drove me home where we found mum lying on the bathroom floor.

Did something supernatural occur? Was mum able to shoot her feelings along and up the road to where her daughter was? Or was I so concerned about her falling over again that I couldn't relax, not even with people I like?
The latter.

Woke this morning feeling as if the world, well my tiny portion of it, was falling to bits. But after a quick fleeting exchange of words mum and me thought it best if we stay in today. In the confines of the bungaloid. Me doing essentials, like ironing, laundry, re-arranging front room furniture, kitchen knick- knacks and making bread...
Essentials?
You betcha.
Because if I don't see some kind of beautiful order I'll go BANG!
She will read the magazines I've just bought...Woman & Home, Good Housekeeping.
Ironic ain't it?
Plush lush mags amidst chaos.