There were two cheesecake incidents yesterday. Don’t worry, the cheesecake is fine. I just can’t say the same about Mum. Firstly the base had stuck to the plate so she was a bit enthusiastic with the knife when trying to cut it. Despite the blood everywhere, it wasn’t too serious. Nothing that pressure, Germolene, steristrips and plasters couldn’t sort out anyway. I had visions of her having to go to casualty and then explaining she’d been attacked by a cheesecake.
You would think that having eaten a quarter of it for breakfast, that would have been enough for Mum for the day. You’d be wrong. She had another quarter in the afternoon. Actually, no she put another quarter in her bowl. She failed to eat it all. Part way through she had an upset stomach and then needed a lie down. She has no idea what could have made her ill. Now, let me see…
It was a lovely family day overall. I know that sounds odd as we were on our own. However, Mum made full use of the telephone, Zoom and Alexa and even had lunch with her parents 120 miles away. It’s funny hearing a prayer of gratitude that includes modern technology as one of the most important things to be grateful for. We’ve got an important Zoom call again later. More a party than just a call. You see, it’s Dad’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad. We miss you and we’re all looking forward to singing to you later. We may not be synchronised when we sing, we may not be in tune, but we will be sincere!
The other thing there was a lot of yesterday was cuddles. You can never have enough of those. It really was a very cuddly sort of a day. I think I’d quite like every day to be like that, but maybe without the cheesecake.