Mothering Sunday, and it’s the first time in my 56 years that I don’t have my mum. It feels strange not to be giving her a card, some flowers, chocolates… After lunch we drive over to Worstead (via Lidl in North Walsham for some flowers, general groceries and a couple of beers) to wish my wife’s mother a happy mother’s day, and then we go to Hevingham so that my wife can see her sons (and partners, and grandchildren) so that they can wish her a happy mother’s day, too. We are both treated to a superb roast dinner, and don’t get back home until after 9pm.
Tremor persists in my left leg, and I’m still uncomfortable with muscular tension in my arms and across my shoulders, so I have some cannabis and a beer before going to bed – much better!