The energy round here is a bit manic right now and somehow- like a tourbillon, like water going down a plughole- everything and everyone seems to get drawn in.
The cat needed to go to the vet. Ear infection as far as we can tell. Ailz is there now. In a queue...
My mother refused to get up. There's no-one in her head to reason with any longer just a squalling infant so I turned into Nurse Ratchett- which in my present mood isn't so very difficult. "You want to go on living," I said, "you need to get up for breakfast!" And again. "You're a grown woman of 100 not a child!" She can't hear me, but it relieves my feelings.
The carer has a flat tyre. Ailz and Julia spotted it as they drove out, taking the cat to the vet. She called her husband who happens to be a mechanic- Nice!
And while this is going on- in the intervals- I keep on tidying, stashing, giving stuff away. Wendy who's here doing the cleaning will be going home with a car-load.
And whenever I think about it I repeat what I've decided is going to be my mantra....
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.