The Lost Weekend

I was going to do some work on trees in the shed this weekend (a bit of fretwork) as it's the first time for three weeks that i've a)been breathing fairly normally, b) not aching in some joint or other. But a phone call from my elder sister (there are two younger ones about as well) informed me that my 93 year old mother had been taken into hospital after a fall. This meant a rush trip from Ipswich up to Boston and hospital visit. So nothing got done to my arborial endeavours. Next week, I promise.