Her indoors celebrates her burfday today and is now officially retired.
I’m still sulking from being left behind all weekend whilst Mother was head-banging to Bohemian Rhapsody on a coach full of mad cat people. I should point out that by mad cat people I mean people who’re mad about cats, not people who have any form of mental infirmity. Glad I got that cleared up. Although there have been times when Mother could have had a foot in either camp, however I suspect that saying goodbye to the NHS may have a small restorative effect in the bonkers department.
She is off out for afternoon tea later, another event to which I have not been invited although I admit that I definitely would have had trouble with the finger sandwiches. Seeing as I haven’t got any.
Fingers that is………