Cabin fever ..

I don't know where today went .. 

This afternoon I took mum to see her psychiatrist - I have no idea how she makes head or tail of what mum says. Mum assumes she's expected to perform appropriately during these encounters and ends up saying the most bizarre things, which are all complete news to me.

Apparently one reason she often feels that the lounge isn't *our* room, but is another room entirely, is because I crochet in it.

Oh.

I delivered mum home, made her a hot chocolate and ran off to the park for half an hour of sun and fresh air before tea time.

I liked this mallard drake checking out the passing talent.