Up the creek without a paddle

One of my lovely yummy mummy friends called me today and her first question was 'Do I miss work?'
Well considering that only 30mins before, I was on my hands and knees scrubbing my mother's bedroom carpet, her commode, her actual toilet and stripping the valance of her double bed thanks to my mother's over enthusiastic dose of ex-lax, I think the answer would be an resounding, YES please take me back now! They may be small tablets mother, but they say one for a reason.
Surely this is child abuse????
And before anyone says, 'I shouldn't be doing this'... I know, but who would do it, because if I didn't, then she would be left in her own shite until my sister popped over tomorrow.
Anyway poor old girl had enough on her plate, as her best friend since moving to the village died this morning at the grand old age of 96, but she was quite a poor old soul. In fact that's her only friend here now, as they've all passed on or are too ill or old to keep in contact.

I have to admit that at 4am this morning, I thought I had one toe in the grave as I couldn't breathe and woke up gasping for breath. Either I had actually swallowed a spider... again according to Sam's old wives tales... or my stats had dropped down really low.
Either way, just as well I made a come back into this world otherwise mother would have been up shite creek without a paddle!
I had a lady from the council/social services come this morning to talk about me getting a shower and looks like it will all go ahead, plus I can keep my bath... Hoorah! I tried my luck about getting a shed too, but the jury is out on that one. Fingers crossed though.

Lots of love Debbie x