Off down to smogsville to meet with the health service where I'll be told: we've saved your Mum's life and turned her into this gopping doubly incontinent mess that doesn't know where it is and needs to be attached to this machine indefinitely. Now, it's over to the long term care industry: did you bring her checkbook?
It's raining and the coffee's strong.
Morning
Bit grey here , ride later after being picked up by a random in a white van for a lift, bye, if you never hear from me again.
Not much happening here, just need to set to some metal with a grinder in the garden when I get home.