I've been taking it easy at work since Monday this week. I had a very busy holiday with household chores, gardening, arranging Mother's things, and general organising. If there had been a couple of sunny days more, I might have had time to go to the beach, but as it was I barely had time to think of such frivolity.


However, I managed to squash in my traditional market visit between queing at the bank and going to see Mother in her new place.

I had planned to have Mother home for the whole of my holidays, but after a week she insisted on going back and I didn't resist. Her stay had turned out to be quite arduous for us both.