It might have been hard to find much good in today. I spent most of it at the hospital with my mother.
I had to rush her to A&E when this thing flared up and we were there most of the day. It’s been horrible for her and pretty freaky for me.
The rational side of your brain tells you ageing is only natural, but the reality of seeing your beloved mum, once so vital and beautiful, with charisma that could light up a room, transformed into this tiny little frail bird of a creature, trembling in a hospital bed, finding it hard even to take a sip of water… well, it’s just horrible.
Making it even more poignant, there was another family on the other side of the curtain who were there with their mum – she’d had a fall and broken her hip. My heart was bursting with empathy for them.
I could hear what a lovely lady their mum was and at one point she wept because she felt a burden to them. A tear slid down my own cheek and I was glad my mum was napping and didn’t see it.
But… but… there was good, because the staff at the hospital were so amazing. They saw my mum immediately, they were kind, gentle, caring and nice – and they didn’t want to keep her in, which was a huge relief.
When we got home, she refused to go to bed, she wanted to sit by the fire and be involved with life, which showed an encouraging sign of her customary game spirit. She has always very much taken part in life.
I sat with her and with the most marvellous bit of luck The Railway Children was on TV.
It was a film we adored as a family when it came out and it was very special to watch it with her and Peggy Junior, even though Peggy Senior nodded off through a lot of it.
In another bonus, after watching a bit of Paul Hollywood and Mary Berry baking for Christmas and other delights, what should be on? Only my favourite musical: Guys and Dolls.
To gaze upon the face of a young Marlon Brando is truly balm to the troubled soul.
The ‘Woman in Love’ scene with Jean Simmons makes me swoon. He couldn’t sing very well, but he could certainly make you believe he was in love.
There’s a moment where he kisses the palm of her hand which makes me faint nearly dead away. He even had beautiful hands.
And after a very challenging day, with the prospect of a difficult Christmas, I will go to sleep with that memory to comfort me.
This clip isn’t very good quality, but it’ll give you an idea.
PS In light of today’s events, I don’t whether I’ll be able to keep up my daily posts over the next week. I’ll take each day as it comes.