The light at the end of the tunnel

Despite the poor night’s sleep, I felt much better. Ran around today doing bits and pieces – but still seemed to get very little done. Spoke to H., she seemed a bit “off”.

Mrs Ottawacker’s dad is still in hospital; now Jean is also in hospital (Mrs Ottawacker’s brother’s mother-in-law). She’s a lovely woman, very kind and thoughtful. Then, to cap it all, one of our neighbours also got taken to hospital. All is complete and utter chaos. All of a certain age, it really feels like Russian routlette.

Feeling more Christmassy, despite the sadness and hospitalisations.