There she blows me hearties

I am ashamed to say it, but I was the instigator of chaos and mayhem in my poor old mother's bungalow first thing this morning.
It was all for a good cause, which I tried to tell her and myself as she was giving me non stop dagger looks. And that is getting a rail put in along her garden path so she can go out into her back garden safely without hanging on precariously to the washing line to get to her garden table and chairs, but everyone arrived at the same time and that really threw mother.
The carer was late and turned up at 9.45.
I met her as I was walking over to mother's bungalow to meet the other lady from the community housing, who was coming to talk about the rail at that very time and who arrived within minutes of me going through the front door.
You can't blame mother for getting a wee bit tetchy with the carer who was trying to chase her into the bathroom to make her shower and at the same time the community housing lady following her aroud asking her loads of questions.
It stressed me out and I wasn't even standing there half naked like my poor old mother was! I did tell the housing lady when she rang to make the appointment, that it was a bad time to come round, but no, she wanted to see the carer in action.
Still, I got her to agree to the rail, even though at first she said it was a no no.
I did detect a smug smile over the phone when I reported back to my sister, that my life was going to be hell that day, but no it wasn't.

To make it up to mother, I took her to Maldon for a picnic as that outing always calms her and she always enjoys it whatever the wather. And bonus the weather today had remembered that it was supposed to be sunny at this time of year and it actually felt hot out in my suntrap of a back garden. So something was on my side.
It was a different story though when after our picnic, I decided to take my 'go faster' walking frame and go for a stroll down the prom while mother sat and read her magazine in the car.
It was a bit of shock to the system as I walked along the water side and I had to turn back to return to the car, as I was getting goose pimples on top of goose pimples where it was so breezy, and I then walked right into a strong head on breeze.
To most people, it probably wouldn't have bothered them, but to me, I felt like Harold Lloyd in that famous black and white movie of him walking at an angle in a gale force wind. To say I was out of puff when I got back to the car was an understatement. Still this time last month, I probably wouldn't even have had the courage to attempt it let alone been able to even walk it, so all the exercise is helping. Got to be extra brownie points for that for when I get back to Papworth surely?

How long this spell of good weather will last is any one's guess, but it's a case of enjoying whatever the wind blows in!

Lots of love Debbie x