More White Stuff

Winter isn’t giving up yet. This morning, the garden was white once again, and the day stayed quite cold. The cats like to play with little snowballs (which I throw for them), but they don’t like getting wet and cold paws.

It was a carers‘ change day at my mother’s house. The new woman, G, arrived from Poland this morning at 4 A.M. - so everyone in the house had to get up really early. My poor mother was very confused; got up, asked for breakfast, and didn’t get back to sleep at all.

In the evening, I drove E into town to her bus, which left at 7 P.M. A long day for the women.