Pizza and salad

Mum: I haven’t seen my friends in ages, why won’t anyone come and see me?

Also mum, on being told one of her friends is coming to visit tomorrow: why can’t people just leave me alone?!

(Said with utmost sympathy, as a fellow sufferer of clinical anxiety, but also some frustrated humour!)

Today saw the boiler finally fixed (🤞, anyway), an assessment from the Age UK help at home service booked, several phone calls made (during one of which a customer services person hung up on me when I insisted – politely – that I knew my name and date of birth, and the fact they couldn’t confirm my identity was perhaps not a fault at my end), groceries and wild bird food delivered and put away. It doesn’t look like much written down, but it certainly feels like a lot.

Dinner was therefore ready-made pizza – pesto veg for mum, meat feast for me (I can’t recommend the meat feast one, which tasted of not very much) – and salad, which is something we both agree on.

Mum’s mood and mental state have been up and down all day, but have now more-or-less settled so I’m hopeful for a peaceful night. If I can manage not to wake myself by literally rolling out of bed tomorrow morning then we’ll be doing OK.