Not the best of days and I had little sleep last night after receiving some bad news. My sister phoned yesterday afternoon to say our mum has been admitted into hospital for emergency surgery. I spoke with her on Friday evening and she hadn't mentioned she was in a lot of pain and discomfort but that is not unusual for her as she doesn't want to worry us. She was admitted Sunday morning and had surgery yesterday evening and is currently in ICU on a ventilator plus all the rest of the gubbins. She has sepsis and is on antibiotics; no visitors allowed for 48 hours following surgery but my sister will be visiting tomorrow and she is keeping me informed as to Mum's progress. All in all shocking news and unsettling as I want to go down to see her but my sister is on hand and will call if I have to head down to Colchester. It's been an eventful fifteen months for her and I haven't seen my Mum because of covid restrictions and this is her third hospital admission. With kidney problems, then a broken leg and the nonsense around that, a move to new sheltered accommodation and now this. I will be heading down there in two weeks time as I have a few days off but suddenly I feel have I left it too late? I am angry because of the lockdown, because I stupidly put work first these last few weeks and I'm worried that I have left it too late. I am telling myself it's ok and yes I will see her again, that we will talk and have a laugh which we did on Friday. As always I am doing what I can to keep my mind occupied and fussing the cats but half expecting a phone call I don't really want to receive. We shall see what happens...
Scott asked what the unknown plant is and there it is. It looks familiar but I don't know what it is amongst the Marigolds which I plan to plant out. Not a single tomato plant which surprised me but I do intend to buy some more compost and clean up a lot of old pots for these including the unknown plant as well as some colourful flowers.
The cats are staying in the garden or indoors and we think it is a combination of the arrival of the feral bruiser but also human activity as people are having barbecues or sitting out. The neighbours at the back have had several confrontations requiring the police attend as tempers have grown heated and come close to violence. This has driven our poor little beasties to staying close to home and avoiding trouble. The boys are now seven tears old so they are now chaps of a certain age and like their comforts. Even the youngster Mindy will be five this year although she has never wandered too far. I've said enough for today so take care folks.
TTFN.






























