Chieftain o the puddin's

Since Martin won't be here tomorrow night for Burns Night we had our annual haggis, neaps and tatties meal.  Very nice too (until Sam read out the ingredients afterwards).

Another 'incident' in Croydon involving my Mum has dominated my day.  She fell into a suspected 'diabetic coma' and couldn't be roused at the day care centre she goes to on Tuesday.  An ambulance was called.  Dad couldn't be contacted for a while so frantic phone calls were made and Sarah got the worst of it.  

It wasn't a coma, and Mum is now fine and at home.