Today apparently was the most depressing day of the year - it’s traditionally the day when resolutions are broken, the weather is rubbish and there are a high number of suicides.

Well, one of my resolutions was not to over-react to things - broken today, the weather is insane and nope, not topping myself but…

Of course this is one of those posts that doesn’t really need to exist. Y’know if the entire world followed me on Twitter… but… well…

I have had a day of it. Woke up this morning to the sound of torrential rain (apparently most of England is under water and some bloke called Noah is being all seventeen kinds of smug), and then about 2 minutes later I realised that I couldn’t move any of my limbs without huge amounts of effort. I dragged my arse downstairs, as my mobile had no bloody signal, and called into work.

Then I saw Mum. She looked lovely, of course, but like death warmed up slightly. There was a wheezing thing going on but she insisted she was fine and that I should go back to bed. After 29 years of living with her I have come to take this to mean ‘don’t mess with me or fuss about it or I will rip your head off and feed it to the cat.’ and I was feeling too weak to argue, so I did as I was told (a prime signal that I am ill) and after twittering it was ‘head hit pillow oh the phones ringing oh it’s 3 o’clock somebody will get that it’s still ringing I swear if that’s a call centre I’m going to kill everyone’ and I got up again.

It was Dad. Calling from the hospital. About Mum. Breathing problems. Tests. Not to worry. Bye.

Stress. Panic. Dressed. Shower. Cup of tea and a sit down. More stress. Biting my fingernails as many many bad scenarios played through my head with statistics about how bad NHS hospitals are (remembering none of the good things) plus own massive phobia of the entire medical profession meant I had a very un-relaxing afternoon. (Thank you (by the way) for the messages of support!).

At one point I was running through all the people I would have to call if she died. And there are a lot. Mum is a much beloved person.

I however, forgot to call my brother to let him know what was going on so when he calls to say he’s on his way home (a ritual as he walks along one of the most ridiculously dangerous roads near us) I had to install panic in him. Sorry Ads, I’m crap.

Dad came home about half an hour later sans Mum. In overnight for observation which is a GOOD THING. See positive persuasion thing? Packed clothes and nightwear and wash bag and book and glasses and what else? Kept picking things up - have given her two options for clothes. Hope everything is alright.

Dad left to take things back on a flying visit as visitor hours are massively shortened due to the hundred bugs flying around at the moment. The news is telling us that the hospital she is in is on reserve water supplies due to some cock-up with the local reservoir. Classic. Am considering filling bottles and taking them to Mum’s ward to make damn sure she has water if they don’t fix the problem.

Right now, however, I am glad that today is over, and having written all the numbers in the world down for the morning am going to work with my mobile switched on all day - just try and stop me taking the calls tomorrow, work!