Oh no you're not!

I woke up with a stonking headache this morning and honestly no alcohol had passed my lips last night, but the tube had fell off my oxygen concentrator instead so I was sleeping solo all night.
I know I can sleep without it if I have to, but usually I wake myself up through the night, so I don't go off too deeply. I must have slept in a pretty disturbed state though as the duvet was really tangled up when I woke up.
Had a hot bath to see if that would clear my head and to see if the blue fingers were from the lack of oxygen or the fact that I wasn't covered up properly throughout the night. The verdict came in... It was the lack of oxygen as my fingers were still blue even in the hot bath and gawd I had lovely dark rings around my eyes to match.

I phoned mother up so we didn't have a re-run of yesterday, to remind her again that I would collect her from her bungalow at 12.45 to 1.00pe not to come to mind, but she was really confused saying that my sister Bebe was taking her to my sister Helen's for lunch at 12.45 not me. When I stated that it had been me last night that had told her that, she started shouting that she knew who had told her and I should ring my sister if I didn't believe her. Oh blimey an angry confused mum.
Ok the last time my eldest sister had taken mother anywhere was at the beginning of the year and that was to the doctors! I called Helen to double check if she had invited Bebe to lunch too and was told no, so I was right. Gosh the old girl had me doubting myself now. I called in at mother's about 11.30am as I wanted to see Julie before her and Derek left for Turkey and I wanted to make sure she knew not to come over to mine again. Mother was in the bathroom fully dressed and was in a twis was putting on her make-up as Bebe would be there any moment. To say she was quite hostile was an understatement when I said it was me taking her and that Bebe wasn't going, but in the end I said I would just come over later.
When I did go over later and she had forgotten all about Bebe and was is in a lovely mood ready to go.

We did have a lovely lunch and Helen showed us where she would be staying for the next two months in Portugal. I wished again that I could take up her invite and stay for a couple of weeks, but if I could stay anywhere, it would be Turkey to be perfectly honest. I do worry that I will never get back there again, but it's that hope that keeps me going. Julie has promised me some new Turkish cushion covers for my birthday, so that will bring a little bit of Turkey into my bungalow even if I can't get there this year.

Lots of love Debbie x