November 17th, 1989
Home is not a good place to be right now.
Mum isn’t any better and her condition is definitely taking its toll on dad. He looks exhausted and snapped at me a few times, which I tried my best to ignore but it still upset me.
When mum is ok, home is a lovely place to be but when she’s like this it feels like all the life and air gets sucked out of the house.