I can’t say we have got very far since I posted last night.
My chances of getting away in a couple of weeks for a break seem remote. I’m obviously not happy about it.
Not just because I’ve been looking forward to catching up with Cousin and meeting the new dog, but also in the wake of Olga’s death a family reunion is being planned to coincide with my visit. I know Mother’s brother and sister in Belfast will want to talk to me about her, and I’d welcome their thoughts. Telephone conversations are not the same.
I also feel that I am perilously close to breaking point, and that’s not going to help anyone, least of all Mother.
At the same time, it’ll be very difficult to go and leave Mother in hospital.
So I think I’m going to have to just accept that I shan’t be going, and hope that Mother’s future will be settled in a way with which we all feel comfortable.