Greece 2007 064 I am now heading off to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, King’s Lynn where my mother Loula is being admitted this evening for tests because of her heart and breathing difficulties.

She lost her zest for living five years ago after dad died. Now she never looks after herself, dresses warmly or eats well. "What is the point?" is all she ever says.

I spent Saturday with her and pampered her the best I could. I had to call the doctor out to see her last week when she complained of severe pains, and I thought she was improving, but she has now taken a turn for the worse. She lives by her own rules and wouldn’t take the medication the doctor prescribed because she felt she was already taking too many pills.

I wish she would come and stay with me, but she refuses, she likes to be in her own home. But all she does there is worry about something. As she is Greek, I can now understand how her ancestors came to invent the Greek tragedy!

I hope to report back with more positive and cheerful news. I know everyone says this about their mum, but Loula really is one in a million. In fact, that’s not true, as anyone who has met my mum will vouch, she is one in a trillion!

This is a pic I took of my stunning mum during our trip to Greece earlier this year. I very much hope we will have many more together.