The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Thursday, 31 March 2011

Lions and Lambs

I have just re-read my blog for 1 March 2011. Our Ma was refusing to co-operate and wait quietly with the carer who had found her on the living room floor so had (as per regulations) called an ambulance for expert lifting and a check over by the paramedic. She wanted to be dragged to her feet and left alone, roaring at the top of her little old lady lungs, "I can MANAGE perfectly WELL!"

Today, 31 March, she sits quietly at home, unaware - despite being repeatedly told - she is going to a residential home "for a week" on Monday. In like a lion, out like a lamb (I hope), unlike March which was quiet on the first and is leaving us full of bluster, shaking the darling buds of everything summat chronic and howling in the chimney.

Here she is up a tree on holiday in Portugal in the 1980s
I think I can safely claim she's now mostly 
out of her tree, but none the worse for that


  1. Perhaps it's kinder that she isn't aware. At least this way she won't spend the weekend wondering and fretting about the unknown ahead of her.