A remarkably bland day

And not a bad one as bland days go. The physiotherapist was here and gave Mum a thorough work-out, so she's quite tired now, the poor thing. Still, she managed to eat her soup and mashed potatoes and a tiny piece of sponge cake afterwards, which I call success.

I managed to do a bit of seaming and talked to three different friends plus to Little Emma's Grandma on the phone. I also watched some telly and solved some crossword puzzles in-between Mum duty. Then we watched Cake Boss together.

Bland days are definitely good!

Edit: I've just got spam mail from myself again, trying to blackmail me into paying bitcoin to some idiot. Unfortunately for them, said address will cease to exist next Monday...