I'm shattered!

I'd no idea that commuting to Glenrothes by bus was so tiring - and I've only done it twice so far. Tomorrow will be three times in a week.

My mother is unwell you see. Vomiting bug - started Tuesday evening, continued all day Wednesday. When I got there first time she couldn't even sit up and speak, so there wasn't much I could do - but I expect knowing I was around for a few hours might have given her some comfort. And yesterday was more of the same - she attempted to get out of bed after an hour, but immediately buried her head as soon as she reached the kitchen, and staggered straight back again.

Mercifully, she sounds a bit better today - been up and had a shower, and even watched some TV - for the first time since Tuesday. Still not eating solids, but managed a little milk earlier. Alas, she's lost 6lbs in weight, and it really shows - she told me she burst into tears when she saw herself in the mirror; and yes, I'm afraid she does look just like her own mother did in her closing weeks - so heaven knows what must be going through her mind.

I ought to be down at the Salvation Army cleaning right now - but I'm afraid even I'm not infallible. I was up earlier, but returned to bed and slept until after nine; and this, I'm afraid, is me time - we all need it after all, and the cleaning can wait a few more hours!

It doesn't look as if I'm the only one identifying my need for me time either, as I arrived at Glenrothes bus station last night with half an hour before the next Edinburgh departure - and so I joined a Glasgow bus as far as Dunfermline, thinking I'd get a quicker onward connection there. Alas, there was an even longer wait - necessitating a lovely walk through Pittencieff Park in the evening sunshine. Hence it seems to me there's nothing God won't use to tend his sheep - even Stagecoach!!


Hence, here we are at almost 7pm - and I've nothing but attendance at this morning's prayer meeting, where I collected a pile of War Crys I'd intended going to Princes Street to seel this afternoon - to show for the day...

I just needed to catch up on some sleep! I was going to go on an organised walk tomorrow morning (before going to my mother's) - I was on one with the same group last Saturday and really enjoyed it; so perhaps the best thing to do would be to forego that and go sell the papers then instead!

Even then, I have the small problem of no clean white unform shirts - because I've not had sufficient time or energy to go to the launderette with them. There's also a meeting to prepare for Tuesday (I am honoured to have been invited to lead this, a regular slot in the mental health chaplaincy drop-in), two application forms - one of which is urgent, as the closing date is getting near (I need to do these online as I have writers cramp - and I need to do it at home as there's no internet connection available at my mum's), my own correspondence, shopping - oh, and the washing-up etc - as I've not washed a spoon since Wednesday!!



Hey, it is now 5.15am - having slept most of the night as well, I off to do my cleaning - and papers. See if I don't!!