I shouldn’t have attempted to do it that late in the day (for me). I’ve never at my best, my decision-making and temper-controlling is poorer. And I don’t like that company. Never have. It didn’t bode well. He gets cross with me when I lose it. I understand. He expects calmness from me. And he deserves it. But he softened. He saw how difficult, indeed how impossible it was to do what the website asked. We gave up. Decided to get help from the professionals. But I was discombobulated for a long time. I need to get things resolved. I am not good with frayed wires.
I drew her after lunch. I felt less nervous and the drawing was more fluid for it. She ate most of the mush that was her lunch and all of her pudding, which was also mush but sweeter, I suspect. Afterwards, she kept lifting the lid of the little pot in front of her. I couldn’t work out what it was she as putting in her mouth. What are those? I asked. Maltesers, she replied, popping another on in.
