Stirfried veg in hoisin sauce, noodles, mini duck spring rolls

At 8ish this morning mum woke me up to tell me she didn’t feel well and was going back to sleep. About an hour later, she woke me again to tell me the bins were being emptied, then again ten minutes later to tell me she was putting the empty bin away. About 10, I got up: within 15 minutes, mum had decided she was going back to sleep. Of course.

As I was up and awake, and reluctant to do anything much in case I disturbed mum’s rest, I got through half a dozen emails before I’d even had my first coffee.

After breakfast (and coffee), I made a couple of phone calls, including booking mum’s urology appointment – for tomorrow! Much though I dislike the trend of NHS patients being farmed out to private medical practices, I have to appreciate how much it speeds things up. Part of me wonders where I would be now if I had been able to speak to a neurologist within a couple of days of developing problems, rather than having to wait 18 months (after 9 months of which I collapsed and was taken to A&E in an ambulance, which I wouldn’t recommend as a way of getting yourself to the head of the queue).

This afternoon we had a visit from a rep from the local branch of Age UK, ostensibly doing an assessment of our needs but mostly talking, and talking, and talking some more. Including a brief diatribe about “young people these days” and their insistence on “making things complicated” by using different pronouns and titles. She refused, with a ladylike snort, to note down my preferred pronouns.

Dinner was simple: stirfried veg with some hoisin sauce from a bottle, some boiled noodles with a splash of sesame oil (more to stop them sticking together than for flavour), and mini duck spring rolls (“ooh, yum!” said mum). Then cake and ice cream, Springwatch, and time to go home (to bed), as mum says.

Goodnight, cheeps peeps. (I may be getting too distracted by Springwatch here.)