Usually, after a period of feeling down due to circumstances, I finally start feeling better, and that is what’s happening now. I start believing that things will be well, although I don’t know what that ‘well’ would mean. My brother will stop drinking? I don’t think so.
So maybe my mum will like her new care home and accepts that’s how her money is being spent? That’s rather unlikely but not impossible. Maybe her thinking will change when she sees she doesn’t really have another option, and my brother is not doing anything to even visit her?
It seems like there’s another fete now, probably by the lake. I always found it strange how noisy it can get, it’s like at least 15 minutes walk from here. I don’t even know how people who live closer can cope. Good that I have my earplugs.