So low!

Sophie and I started watching Saturday Morning Kitchen with a coffee first thing, but there was too much weighing on my mind to sit and relax, so we sat at the island and tackled our "To Do" list. One of the things we needed to do was book next month's shuttle to Calais and decide on a suitable departure time. After a lot of debate, we decided on an 8.30am crossing, but it still means we'll have to leave home at about 4.30am!

Sophie helped me change my bed, and then we popped to Tesco to get some things for my Dad, and some shopping. I bought a new lightweight jumper and trousers for my Dad from Mum, dinner ingredients for tomorrow night and a salad for lunch. 

When we arrived at the care home, there was a physiotherapist in the room, and she said she was concerned about my Mum's blood pressure, which was dangerously low. She tried to take the reading with Mum standing up, but decided to call for an ambulance as she was so worried.

This threw us into a quandary, but we decided to let Dad open his gifts from us, leaving his cards until tomorrow, his actual birthday. The physio said the ambulance would be about four hours, so after sitting with them for a while and having a chat, Sophie and I left to go home. This news plunged me back into a bad mood; I really didn't want to think about Mum going into hospital as she was so miserable before, and I was convinced another stint would finish her off.

At home, Sophie and I had lunch of a leftover jacket potato, cheese, salad and nibbly bits from our little buffet last night. I received a call from the care home to say that Mum had been taken back to the hospital by ambulance, which was the worst news.

The afternoon was spent cleaning the house, preparing tonight's dinner of chicken stroganoff and feeling grumpy. It was hot, and I refused to go into the conservatory, which was like dead fly city. I can't wait for the cooler weather to arrive. It's supposed to get hotter again next week... And don't get me started on the garden, which is looking like a parched desert. It's horrible.

At about 4pm, I called the hospital and was told my Mum had been discharged back to the care home, which was brilliant news! I immediately felt happier! Sophie and I played Scrabble, and she beat me by about 150 points! We decided to skip dinner tonight because of our large lunch and have the chicken stroganoff tomorrow instead.

We spent a very pleasant hour reminiscing about the holidays and enjoying a drink. Keith cooked himself some chicken thighs, and Sophie and I had a fishfinger sandwich. Perfect!