Received an odd phone call from Mum's Sally Army Captain, he obviously had spoken with Ron who I know thinks I am handling this whole business badly. I have no problem with Rom whatsoever. He is a bit of an old woman in that he worries over the slightest of things. Andrew, Mum's Captain, went into this diatribe of how one should handle NHS staff, that each and evry one of them is thick, dull-witted and possibly unhinged. I should dictate to them how Mum's nursing should be conducted and should question everything they do. I tried to explain that we had outside knowledge with Emily and Doctor Ben and that Jasmine had been communicating with the ward Sister but this info went straight over his head. I felt like driving over and giving him a piece of my mind - Interfering cunt. I didn't of course and tapped into the fragile new peace loving me. Hard to do as the guy really should be punched on the nose. If I see him tomorrow (and I hope I do) I will have to say something to him even if politely to mind his own fucking business.

Mum wanted me to stay with her throughout the night but the ward sister said Mum was far better now and that I didn't have to which was a blessing for me as I felt tired from the night before. I will visit her again tomorrow.

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