On the set of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...

Sophie didn't go to the gym this morning, so we sat with a coffee and watched the first episode of a documentary about the Jesus Army. This religious sect was formed in Bugbrooke, Northamptonshire, in the 1960s by a man called Noel Stanton, who sounded like a complete loony. Growing up, I would regularly see the Jesus Army minibuses on the roads in the town, so the documentary had a personal resonance with me. The group also took over one of the cinemas in Northampton and had a real presence locally. We had to wait to see the end as it was time for showers, but it made for interesting, if very disturbing viewing.

Work today was especially noisy, and Sara, who was trying to book meetings for our MD, resorted to wearing a pair of headphones to shut out some of the noise. Jo was in a foul mood as well, which didn't help, and constantly moaned and complained, which brought all of us down.

I had asked Sara if it was OK to leave at 3pm today and go to see my Mum for the last half hour of visiting. Keith and I sped over to Kettering and he queued for a space while I dashed inside the hospital. My Mum seemed a little brighter today, which could have been due to the blood transfusion.  I sat with her and chatted, but one of the patients opposite, an elderly lady, kept asking me to go over and talk to her. The first time I went, she asked me in a very strident voice who owned the hospital, who was running it, and why she didn't have any keys. She was obviously confused, so I told her to speak to one of her family members when they visited and returned to my Mum. She kept asking everyone who was in charge, and with my Mum sitting rambling away next to me about showers, I felt like I was in a madhouse!

I stayed until 4pm and re-joined Keith. It was then home to catch up with chores and feel regretful about agreeing to go into work tomorrow to do some extra work for Sheila! If I had known Mum would break her hip, I would never have agreed! I could really have done with Wednesday morning to catch up with myself!

Keith went to see Sileby play tonight, and Sophie and I cooked jerk chicken pasta and drank vodka and tonics. I certainly needed one, I can tell you! We watched the end of the Jesus Army documentary, a fantastic episode of Fake or Fortune (riveting) and then the second Jesus Army episode. We were horrified by what went on over the years, and thankfully, the sect is no more, but there were a lot of people forever affected by the sexual and physical abuse that went on.

Keith returned home from the football, with Gomez, who had run across the road in front of the car! Little monkey!