As the title says. 81yo DM has broken her wrist. Her right arm. She lives alone and cannot manage so she is here with me and DH. It has been 24 hours and she is driving me mad. She isn't horrible. She just talks, and needs cups of tea and want to watch Eastenders. I am used to peace and quiet with the dog whilst DH works. I need coping strategies. We stated dry January but I can see that not succeeding. I need gin. A lot of gin!
P.S. this is light hearted. I don't hate my DM I just like my own space. I'm now hiding in the bedroom as she chats to people on the phone. Loudly!