Home At Last

Have returned home with youngest daughter in time for New Years Eve celebration at pub. Am exhausted after two weeks in company of Sister Who Cleans obsessively. Is impossible to help as is Whirling Dervish and has impossibly high standards. Glasses, cups, plates etc. are whisked away, washed-up and returned to cupboards at speed of light. Bemused family members are wandering around looking for Drink They Put Down. Sister rarely relaxes, only identifiable as agitated blur whizzing past. Mum very frail now, and quite depressed I think. Is 94, and is remarkably alert mentally. Still finishes Telegraph Crossword every day. Was upset when I left, got very emotional, which is unlike her. Wish I lived nearer. Sister reportedly having endoscopy in near future as has ulcer, which will come as no surprise. Is burping for England. Also has gallstones. All in all, apart from Mum, Am Glad To Be Home.