I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.