I’ve just about recovered from Mum-sitting in Wales. Getting back on track takes longer these days and I need to remember to factor in additional recovery time, especially after gigs. I got behind with my emails and admin due to technical difficulties. I couldn’t get the household Sky internet and TV to work so my laptop was useless. It might have been a blessing in disguise, one less distraction from my practice. The distress from Mum being unable to watch telly for a week was horrible. She got through a pile of reading though and sorted some papers.

We got out 3 times! The wheelchair was christened on a short ride to the park. I needed to practice using it. Where’s the brake?!! Even though I wheeled it super slowly, she still grumbled at any bumps. I know she’s in pain. I felt a bizarre sense of deja-vu as she observed me messing about on the playground equipment.

Food was a focal point and I think she appreciated having a personal chef for most of the week, except a couple of days when she had to do it herself as I was cheffed out. Cheffed off? A foodie highlight was a trip to the coast and the obligatory Mr Whippy which was lapped up with great satisfaction. I asked if she could do 2. She said not. She asked if I could. I said I could do 5. The sea air did us both good.

Back home, I realised how lucky I am. My house might be shabby but it’s very peaceful and generally well organised. I got about my business. The most pressing matter was getting my new car. I dislike change and since I had my last car for 12 years I knew I was in for a steep learning curve. I’d seen my new car, been taken for a drive in it (it felt like a limo in comparison with my trusty old banger), checked my harp fitted but I wasn’t able to drive it myself. I collected it on Tuesday and was given a 20 minute crash course (no pun intended) on its functions.

It was like learning to drive all over again. The first thing I did was stall, then I couldn’t find 3rd gear. I kept reaching for the handbrake which isn’t there because it’s a button! It was cringeworthily hilarious. I’ve scanned through the 500 page manual for the important stuff. I’ve found the lights and the indicators and wipers and I’ve driven at night. I’ve also driven on the motorway. It has 2 types of cruise control though, the thought of which gives me the vapours. It took me a couple of years to pluck up the courage to try it on my old car…