Having one of those days. When everything feels like it's far too hard to deal with. Thinking, doing things, everything. But life goes on around, so have to try and keep up, right?
We're...about 90% sure that Mum needs more care than she can get at home. Nicky and I have both talked to her about it.
She's less...against it than she has been.
Nicky's going around some places that have wardens and things - so she'll still have her own space, but she'll also have more help. We hope.
Obviously she still thinks we're just spying on her and don't trust her. But I think she's realising she needs it, too.
Ah, forgot I was writing this. Can't remember what I was going to say now.
Have a song. It's on a playlist I've been listening to a bit recently. I like it.
Sherlock is full of beans about fireworks. I'm not sure what we'll do this year. I'm trying very hard to keep up with his enthusiasm. It's not easy. I don't know how John manages for so many hours a day.
I feel bad when I'm like this, at work, at home, feel like I'm just about keeping up with the essentials and not really...involving myself any more.
One of my cases is very difficult at the moment. I mean, they all are, in their own ways, but this one...there's three young boys, and we believe one of their parents murdered the other. Then committed suicide. How do you deal with that when you're only 6 or 7 years old? That's your whole world, isn't it. Everything you know.
I do just want to bring them all home. Take care of them all.
Last night I headed out to the river, by the barrier. I like it out there.
Except when I went to start the bike up again I realised that I'd forgotten I was almost out of petrol...and now I wasn't going to get far. Anyway, luckily, John and Sherlock came to my rescue. I'm very lucky to have them, willing to help me.