And then some. What a performance by the krauts! A brick wall at the back, always dangerous on the counter attack: such consummate professionalism - you are looking at the soon-to-be world champions, I fancy. Who can stand in the way of their blitzkrieg?
My mother is creating her own little drama at home. I was relieved to find her a little better yesterday, but she phoned this morning as sorry for herself as ever, allegedly still racked with vertigo and vomiting. Eventually she is taken to the local out-of-hours centre, where they are sufficiently concerned to admit her, at least for an assessment. This, I thought, was what she wanted, but, within an hour the ward calls me to announce that she says she's feeling better and wishes to discharge herself against medical advice. They are none to pleased, as might be expected. Doctors don't take kindly to having their advice ignored, and people who do usually get their card marked as troublemakers. Thing is, she's slowly losing her faculties, and this may be behind her inability to make a good decision.
On reflection, thus has always been the way with her. For as long as I can remember, she has manipulated situations for reasons best known to herself, and often caused complications in the lives of those around her. My mum, folks...
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