Yesterday Ma was 82. She was happy and smiley and we all had a wonderful day.
Presents, flowers, chocolate cake....lunch out.
It was all good.
Sometimes, when I drive away from my weekly visit to my parents, my hands are gripping the steering wheel, my shoulders are hunched, I will be frowning and I may or may not be in tears.
Thank you white-coated pharmacologist.
She may light heartedly moan that the tablets are making her put on weight (nothing at all to do with not going out, never exercising and having a very good appetite, or, as my Pa would say having a dinner so big that Arkle couldn't have jumped over it....) but sometimes the drugs do work.