forced quiet day

Somewhat hung over from last weekend's excesses, I nonetheless undertook the short, but challenging hill walk near my mum's house. There are a couple of nasty little pitches up some
huge sand dunes, which always render me out of breath, but today I sweated copiously too, and I am sure I must have gone quite pale. But somehow I made it back to the car, where my wife was waiting, she preferring perhaps wisely to play with her iphone instead.

At my mum's, I pondered whether to raise the issue of lasting power of attorney, but in the event I drew back from that little abyss. I know I have to broach it some time, and preferably soon. The memory clinic people advised me to get it in place ASAP, ie while she still has the "capacity" (big buzz word, this) to understand its implications. Apparently my brother also has to approve, so perhaps I should raise it with him first. Thing is, I'm not looking forward to that, either...