Up to Edgware

A cold morning. Lorraine and I drove off this morning, leaving Pat and Maureen stocked up with meals, to see Mum. Even when we arrived a couple of hours later, Mum was still uncertain when -- and if -- he would be sprung. But after about twenty minutes, an ambulance parked up, and Mason was wheeled in on a wheelchair.

He'd obviously hadn't enjoyed his time in hospital, and still sporting a chesty cough and gave a lively account of his time, including a few unlikely bits.  Eventually he settled down, and Mum sent off for some pizza -- and Mas was truly delighted to eat something with a bit of taste. He settled down to dozing though soon after, as is his habit, even without the ghastliness of being in hospital and waiting for a lift home.

One good thing was that Lorraine were able to spend the day hanging out with Mum who is a full time carer these days, and receives precious little thanks for it.  Lorraine and I discussing with Mum ways we can support her. There is care now being offered, including a service for someone to sit with Mas while Mum can take a break and see friends for a bit. 

Lorraine drove us home at sundown, and went clockwise this time over the Dartford bridge, and were home in two and half hours. 

During the day, my client phoned me. I didn't take the call, but was messaged to say that the work I'd done had gone down very well. I went home feeling at bit better that we'd seen Mum and Mas, and that the job I had just done had been okay too. 

Home and Pat and Maureen happily on the sofa watching TV. 

Went to bed tiredly and finished the last few pages of The Vegetarian. I thought the ending was not the strongest part, but Han Kang is a wonderful writer.

Below two things on Mum's dining room wall. She has lots of little rainbows, coming from a crystal in the window, and the other was a reflection coming through the window onto the wall. Mum calls the spectrums her winter flowers as they really show up when the sun is low in winter.