Happy Monday!

This week has been tough. It’s me, I’m the problem. I started the week feeling off and really tired and did not recover. Work was difficult. Do you ever start a piece of work that you just can’t finish for reasons entirely beyond your control that you feel you should have seen coming. That was me this week, reporting would not end. I did not enjoy it, I was not fun to be around. I’m going to say that I’m not good at perseverance when I find things hard so this was a good chance to build that behaviour…but I also need to apologise for my extreme grumpiness, I actually said the words “I’m not grumpy” to my brother and he did point out that I sounded like the nephews when they were little! It was true, my poor mum put up with me with a lot of patience (and some whiskey!)

This week someone sent Mum nice flowers not dead ones! Which made me happier.

Ben is 50 tomorrow, I made him a cake! (Who am I kidding? He brought Laura and the boys to see mum on Sunday, I made the boys a cake. I’ve long ago come to terms with my need to provide food for the people I love. (It’s in my genes, straight out of the Frank Hull playbook)

This arrived this week, I am beyond excited.

While I have been doing Ma’s hair on a regular basis, I’m not good at it. My hair is like my mums and we both had curly hair when we were babies. So we tried curl mousse and not drying it and mum was not a fan. So I bought this for her and it’s amazing. It’s so good I was texting Jane about how good Ma looked and it’s been quite a while since either of us have had haircuts!