Thursday*: Drove to Suffolk. Arrived Friday, and half asleep. Don't think I killed anyone.
Friday: Drove to Norfolk. Watched while nurses pumped poison into my Mum. Went to the pub. Went home. Spent a fun afternoon creating logins for Flight journalists, and dealing with the news that they're changing Mum's chemo routine.
Sunday: Cooked a full English. Drove to London. Continued putting the flat back together after the carpet fitting. Wrote a really dull Vox post. Went to bed.