The weekend started off well enough - a great day on Saturday playing Star Wars games. I came last (my fleet was designed for fun not winning) but had an amazing time doing it.
Then, on Sunday morning, it all went pear shaped. My mum had a fall and broke her leg. Into hospital, metal rod screwed in place by mid afternoon, all seemed as good as it could be. With luck she would be home by next weekend. Except now they are saying probably another week or two, as they don't think she is improving fast enough. Really? She has arthritis in both knees and now has a broken leg to recover from, how much do they expect from her? We have got her dog, Spot (previously my dad's dog, they divorced years ago but stayed on reasonably good terms) living with us now and have offered to have her stay with us for a while too if necessary, so we will see.
Our dogs seem happy enough to have the visitor staying with us, although from time to time we do catch Frou Frou with a sort of "Is he STILL here?" expression on her face. She is a funny little thing. At least he seems to be distracting her from trying to bite the young fish through the fish tank's glass. It is a wonder she hasn't chipped a tooth!
Ah well, more soon. Have a good week!