Thursday

Mum was much like yesterday tonight but has eaten a tiny bit more. I've told her she'll know when she's well enough to go home by how tight her watch is. It used to nip her but now I can get my finger between it and mum's wrist. Lovely daughter, the woman in the bed opposite and I all had quite a few laughs at some of the mumisms - a mixture of deaf misunderstandings ("he's breaking his teeth?" No, he's making the tea!) and feistiness "Maybe one day your daughter will put you in a place like this!". She is being moved tonight, back to the ward she was on last time she came in, I hope the crazy ladies have moved on. That's it folks, I'm shattered.