FRIDAY

When I woke, the pain in my gut had eased, to be replaced by a splitting headache. The day dawned dull with the threat and forecast of heavy rain later in the day. I was determined that neither minor ailments nor weather would deter me from taking the pre-arranged trip to Whiteness to visit my mother. This would be my last chance to visit her before she goes for a fortnight's respite care at the wonderful Wastview care centre at Walls. We shared a few hour's pleasant companionship, as I made a traditional Shetland meal of whiting fried in batter, with tatties and melted margarine, and helped her with a few little tasks around the house.
On my return to Lerwick later in the day, I found that nothing had happened in my absence at all. As the gale and rain beat against my window, I settled down to an evening of mundane administrative jobs, which sometimes get neglected in favour of more "important" work.