It would seem that the new routine means we rise at 4:30.
Friday it was to draw scale plans to place furniture and pack the car with a load of dishes.
This morning it is to make sausage rolls for Victorian Christmas.
I believe Ma may be contemplating moving all by her Todd Sloan to Bermuda and forsaking all contacts at this side of the Atlantic.

She is overwrought by an excess of books, dishes and furniture. This move is going to be like Alice going down that rabbit hole.
I’m past giving advice as she will take it from no one. Currently her modus operandi that surfaces under such stress is that everyone must follow her orders. If this does not happen she has a melt down that is not pretty.
To say I’m under pressure is an understatement.
Must rush as have been told to hurry up and get your pee done!!
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