Dear folks have not got a clue what to do with myself with mum in respite. Decided to wax my legs as I am resembling an Alsatian . Ended up doing this with the aid of a bottle of red wine, as wax hardened quicker than expected I waxed myself to a chair. Whilst stuck there waiting to get enough wine into me so that the pain of extracting myself from said chair wouldn't cause me to pass out, I ended up writing a rather long winded dirty ditty. Come back mother, all is forgiven. The devil really does find work for idle carer's hands! Sorry folks, just had to share.