There was the excitement of adoption day and the flying visit to party. No sooner than we were back home when I had to book a flight back again this time travelling on my own.
In many ways this was good news too as a place had become available in a dementia care home for my mother who was in desperate need of a safe place to be. It was however also stressful, for Mum trying to accept the situation and settle in and for my brother and me as we had to dismantle her flat and a deal with sorting out a lifetime of belongings. We were both glad to be able to do it together and support each other. It was physically exhausting too as we had to become furniture removers and take vanload after vanload of unwanted items to the tip and boxes and boxes and yet more boxes of surplus belongings to charity shops. It was a long 5 days! When I left it was good to know at least that Mum is in safe hands,she has lots of company, proper food, her room is looking her own and the care home she is in is the very best we could hope for.
Back home again just in time to compere the celidh at folk'n'jazz - calling in French after nearly a week away talking English was a challenge but adrenanlin kicked in and the night went well.
Next day Adam and the family arrived with the addtion of Tania's dad so all of a sudden it was meals for 7 and full time holiday making. We had a great time, the weather had been hot so the pool was nice and warm and lots of continuing sunshine meant it got good use. There was also gocarting, sightseeing, picnics, barbecues, the space centre, restaurants etc etc.
When they left I came down with something of a bump - mega highs, mega lows, travelling and entertaining seemed to have caught up with me and I was feeling very drained and sorry for myself for a few days.
Some good nights sleep, some "mad in the attic" sewing time and getting the garden back under control restored the equilibrium and I can now start to look forward to the rest of the summer.
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