This is Knuston Hall, where I was going for a bookbinding & repair course.
Instead, I am here:
I've been nursing my mother through a nasty fluey cold thing, this week. She's been feeling pretty poorly and has a bad cough etc.
Today I had to stay in bed, because I also have the lurgy. My mum phoned this morning and said she was feeling a little better. Her carer was due at lunchtime and tea time, to make her meals, also her friend was coming round to help her. She said I was to stay at home and not worry.
Of course, staying at home was necessary, as I wasn't fit enough to go anywhere and had only had about 4 hours sleep into the bargain.
Worrying is a different story...