At work....shouldn't be.

I'm at work... I'd like to go home. Actually, what I shoudl have done with my dinner, instead of sitting at my desk looking for a new phone, was to go to my sister's flat to help. My mam, who is still not recovered from her radiotherapy, has been painting and wallpapering for the last two days. I rang yesterday, and she sounded exhausted, I duly told her off, and told my sister off for letting her, although I realise that she would obviously have been wasting her breathe.

I know that she wants to get back to normal as quickly as possible and wants the flat to be ready for Jane and Jim to move into as soon as she can but... she only finished her treatment last Thursday...it hadn't even been a week. I should have gone this lunchtime, but now it is too late.