I need to swim MI, but am in sole charge of DS today so no chance of that.
DP is off to see his mum, who has once again ended up in hospital. She moved into a sheltered flat last week, much to the chagrin of her various relatives, and pretty much straight away got very confused. Phoning her brother up to say she'd been kidnapped, etc. Not sure whether it's the change of scene, or the tumour moving to another bit of brain. Though according to a scan, the tumour has shrunk.
DP's sister, who until last week lived with MiL, is constantly assailed by 'helpful' relatives asking questions, giving 'advice', etc. They also just turn up unannounced, and let themselves in. This has been going on since their dad became ill three years ago. How she hasn't gone quite mad, I don't know. I've told her she needs to enact an MI-style briskly chummy round-robin email that tells them the news, but also to EFF THE EFF OFF.
I am once again in awe of Mrs S and her culinary industry. And of the fact she hasn't murdered her ungrateful wretches of family.
Today: course, lesson planning (for Ofsted), 8yo Ghostbuster's themed birthday party, creating a Roman costume. For this I am repurposing a Luke Skywalker costume and a pashmina. Plus some gold leaves from Hobbycraft for a wreath.