Sunday

As Mum had seemed well set at the start of a Sleepy phase yesterday it was easy to allow myself a Mental Health day.

 This was just as well as a huge thunderstorm that started directly overhead and seemed to roll around for hours reduced The Dog to a quivering, panting wreck from about 2am until dawn. I sat with her while paced around trying to find somewhere to hide from the noise.

I aim not to set any targets to achieve on a Mental Health day so as to avoid the angst caused by not getting anything concrete completed. I certainly managed to get nothing done all day but didn’t have the satisfaction of having done it in a good way.

Author’s Note

My Mum is in a nursing home in a small village in the Thames Valley. The photo is not of the home. I used an AI image generator to give the reader some idea of the home she’s in.

All, some or maybe even none (you’ll never know!) of the names have been changed to protect privacy and hide real identities. If you think you recognise someone then let me know and I’ll edit the post or remove it entirely