

Tuesday was awful and Wednseday not much better as we had very reluctantly decided that our mother had to go into a nursing home. She has never wanted to and was furious with us but she was a danger to herself on her own at home.
we have spent months looking for the right one, although I suppose there is never a right one but this one is new, bright and light, but I sketched my impressions on the left.
That night we had a lovely meal, to try to get me over it, but I didnt sleep that night again and felt worse the next morning when we had to start packing up all her china and glass collections.
Enough, I feel as if I have been run over by a bus.
Tomorrow my two sisters take over for the next few days as I will be away on a sewing retreat. (I may just retreat into myself.)