This morning I phoned: the doctor (twice), the chiropodist, the district nurse, the private care company that we hope will help with Mum at Son's wedding and at other times, two different hospitals, the hearing aid supplier (one of Mum's very expensive aids has got lost in hospital, grr, grr) - was that it? I sometimes wonder if I'll ever get my life back. (Not soon, since Mum gets out of hospital on Wednesday.)
But then I look at these photos, stolen from Daughter 1's Flickr page, and things seem much better. This too shall pass - the bad and the good. Though I don't really want delicious Grandson to grow up!