I saw my Mum in her new setting on Saturday, and took her her white lilies. She was in bed, complaining of having no energy. She's safe and looked after and it is a decent place, is the good news. She is not interested in much, and is being rude to the other residents (when she gets up), is the bad. My own emotions too complex to attempt to relay here at the moment. A kind of grieving. Several kinds maybe.
I combined my visit with spending time with my dear friend rr. Who makes a mean spinach pesto it has to be said. And played me some interesting kora jazz. We talked much and played with an app relating to Bjork and David Attenborough.
My car has been restored to me after being pranged while parked, by a neighbour, last week and carried off on a transporter. All shiny and good as new - or good as before at any rate, which for a ten-year old car is about as much as can be expected. Goodbye to the white Fiesta, which smelt funny and had a manual gearbox. Too much strangeness.
It is autumn and windy, and I went out for my walk this morning wearing a woolly hat and gloves. Here we go.
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She must be a bit stronger if she's got the energy to be rude, I suppose.
Good to think of you and rr, and that you've got your car back, and that it wasn't your fault it was pranged. Hat and gloves eh?
Gosh, thought for a moment that your cat had been pranged. Must put on glasses.
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