We never made it to Cyprus after all. What began with my mum taking the common cold ended with her being admitted to hospital with pneumonia, unconscious and dangerously ill. 24 hours later, after being zapped with super-oxygen machines, she was sitting up in bed talking and joking, and I am so thankful that the hospital staff managed to save her.
Mum is still in hospital, and apart from my intensive visiting schedule, I'm reinventing myself as domestic goddess (ha!) and doing some painting, cleaning and decluttering around the house this week.
I forgot how therapeutic (and messy!) painting can be. You do feel some sense of reward at the end of it, seeing a room transformed into something fresh and new again. I thought it would be a good idea to paint mum's room, to make it all fresh for her coming home, whenever that will be. Last night, I painted for 3 hours and really enjoyed it. Oh, and I would recommend 70s disco tunes for a painting soundtrack :) I'm hoping to finish the room tonight after coming home from evening visiting.
It seems no time since a couple of weeks ago when I was shortlisting my clothes for the holiday-that-never-was, when I discovered so many items of nearly new or unworn clothing in my wardrobes. Some good stuff in there too, but it's taking up too much room and it has to go. (Top tip: never buy clothes and say you'll slim into them later, it doesn't work). I am an obsessive clothes-shopper and hardly a week goes by without me buying something new, so it's definitely time for another clearout and bag-filling for the local charity shops.
And as for the cleaning, well I've invested in one of those steam mop thingies so hopefully once I get to work with that, the place will be gleaming!
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