Bad smells equals bad moods

A bit of a strange one today.
Started off really well as I had lunch round my friend's house, so I got myself dressed up and even wore a dress for a change. And I got to see her little grand daughter again, who has grown so much already and is a real cutie.
She's a really good friend, who I love seeing and I had a lovely time there with a lovely lunch, but driving home the day started to go off. By this I mean a ruddy awful 'something gone off' smell.
I come home down the A12 as normal to turn off at the Springfield junction and that is when the smell started.
I thought at first that I was just up wind from a pig farm or sewer works and it would pass as soon as I passed, but I was unfortunate as I then got stuck there in traffic on the A12. But the longer I sat there, the more nauseous I felt, as it stank really awful.
I have a feeling that I was following a trail of spilt sewerage or something equally smelly, as the road ahead of me had this very long trail of freshly wet stuff, which just happened to be going the same way as me.
Unfortunately there was a traffic accident ahead, hence the hold up.
I could still smell the stench the whole journey home even when the trail had disappeared. I'm not sure if it had got into my air conditioning or what, but I felt head achy and very green by the time I got home.

I went to make sure my mother was ok and fix her evening meal.
Unfortunately I was met with the normal moans that no one had been to see her or phoned.
And gawd only knows what she does with her TV remote control, but it was on the analogue channel again and I had already fixed it before I went off to my friend's for lunch. I am not a TV repair person and I am getting fed up of getting nowhere with the digitial switch over help line.
I can see why the old school rock stars used to chuck the TVs out the hotel windows, as I am so close to following their example or chucking myself out instead!
If I could only run up the garden path screaming in the sunset, but although I can do a quick burst I soon slow down and a slow walk is hardly rock n roll is it!
I sometimes feel as if I'm the mother and she's the naughty child and her moans were because I had been out for the day. Unfortunately I really wasn't in patient mood.
I just want my old mother back.
So now I feel a real grumpy old woman, just like my sign... thanks to Julie... says on my front door.
So I'm shutting up shop early today and hopefully this nausea and headache will pass soon.

Lots of love Debbie x