dragonfly, I'm sorry you had a distressing weekend. Losing a friend like that is a shock and knowing how worried your good friend is about her DIL and being upset that someone so young has been let down by doctors too. No wonder you feel sad.
I can empathise with your feelings about your son spending a lot of time with his in-laws too, our DS lives much closer to us than his in-laws. It's complicated isn't it? We take what is on offer and try not to feel hurt that the in-laws are there all this week. It means our DGD has company this school holiday anyway and we are not sure if DH is supposed to be isolating prior to his operation (which may or may not go ahead in the next few weeks). I wish I had been able to go with DH to his appointment last week, I certainly would have asked for clarification about isolation, why didn't DH?
Doodle, not only do I see my mother when I look in the mirror but I hear her talking out of my mouth sometimes (loud voice without the Welsh accent though). My mother had a terrible memory for names, I realise that her calling everyone 'darling' saved her from having to think about who she was talking to. I was on the phone the other day to someone who I help with their IT problems. They wanted to thank me for the help I'd given them (absolutely my pleasure) and call round with a little gift. I heard myself say, 'oh darling, that is so kind of you'! It was totally inappropriate. I apologised, so embarrassed, DH laughed and luckily, so did the young man I was talking to.
I'm afraid Mr Mamissimo appears to to have a lot in common with my Mr Dout. DH is like a kid in a sweet shop when allowed into a builders merchants.
I'm pleased to read that you are feeling better, BradfordLass. The mere mention of Mimosa takes me straight back to staying with my grandmother. She always had a Mimosa in a pot. Such a fascinating plant. My grandmother was quite a gambler too, she would take bets on horse and dog races (she would lay them off with her bookmakers sometimes too if she didn't like the odds). I remember answering her old, black bakelite telephone with a little drawer in the base. She was quite a character.
Goodnight all my darlings friends!