A very difficult 40-minute phone conversation with Mum (who is in JR again) this morning. She’s obsessed with the idea that no-one pays any attention to her needs, that she never gets supper, and that Chloe has ordered a table for her that has not arrived (?). It did really shake me up, as there weren’t the usual patches of coherence. She’s very agitated, and got a bit teary … in the end, I just had to say firmly “goodbye” and hang up.

Feeling in need of a bit of self-pampering this afternoon. Home made scones with apple and quince jelly (2020 vintage) and cream seemed in order. Sadly, whipped cream rather than clotted – still, can’t complain.