Aw, that was really nice of her! At least, as you say, you'll be much better prepared next time you're there. I think you'll manage to lose that gained weight quite easily really, as you definitely seem to have your head in the right place and are doing so well. Just glad you can relax for a while now.
So glad to hear I'm not the only one who 'speaks' to their parents, once they're not around! Thought I was just being a weirdo!!

The strange thing about it is, as I had a bad head injury in the car, it totally wiped all my memories of those 14 years with them out so, when I look at a photo of them, I obviously know they are my Mum and Dad, but I don't know them?! It's a really strange feeling. And, when I was reminiscing about Linda living in Wales and knowing I went there on that last holiday together with my parents and two brothers, it reminded me of something. Several years ago now, my partner, Pete and I were driving near Portmadoc, when I suddenly wanted to go a certain way. We followed a few different roads and, as we were approaching a long, leafy driveway, I said to him that I knew for certain (even though I couldn't remember it) that we had stayed up that driveway and it had been a caravan site. We turned up the driveway and it was like stepping back in time! I knew every twist and turn of it, even down to when it opened out at the top, which direction our caravan had been in! This had happened once before, in Scarborough, down two different streets, where I seemed to recognise two different guest houses. I just knew I had to go down these streets! I pointed out one B+B to Pete and said I just knew it had been called Sea Breeze and, bless him, he knocked on the door and the owner said it had been called Sea Breeze, back in the 70's and he took us to the dining room, where there were some old photos of the B+B in the 70's. Unfortunately, they didn't bring back any memories. The other Scarborough guest house I stopped outside and 'just knew' I'd stayed there, as a child, was called The Lyddon and, amazingly, it still had the same name!! A few weeks later, my younger brother gave me a box with lots of our childhood photos in and, incredibly, my weird feelings were confirmed when, right at the very bottom of the box, under all the photos, was a picture and a receipt of The Lyddon Hotel, Scarborough!! So, so strange but comforting at the same time.
Sorry to rattle on so much but I feel I can say things quite openly on here - to my little Mini's family.

I'm glad you find comfort talking to your Mum too, Doreen. xx