I felt rather sad about my Mum after a call to her this morning. She is really struggling with getting old. I don't think she understands that it cannot be fixed by a doctor.
The intermittent sun accompanied me as I dragged trees to the bonfire and raked whips of roses and hedge cuttings from the grass.
Harriet and I had late afternoon tea while the girls engrossed themselves with Harriet's old dolls house and Sylvanian canal boat. Herbie had cuddles and milk.
The book I am reading mentions drugs quite a bit. The highs, lows, mood swings, clumsiness, forgetfulness, tiredness and need for attention. I get all these symptoms with my own self made hormones and they are free.
Mother and Son
24cm x 16cm