This is the Tuesday where Mum had to open the Humbugs while we queued to pay in Tesco as we were there so long she got hungry (we were in the longest queue but she wouldn’t contemplate joining any others as she wanted to see her favourite cashier.  Mum has become a creature of habit in a big way).

And also the one where she got so excited it might be her birthday soon (its not, it’s in March), that she shouted ‘me!’ when I asked whose birthday it was we were buying cards for, and rather than pointing at her chest, she poked her finger in her eye and it did that big-red-lump-and-almost-bleeding thing.

Then she tried to tell me, and later Dad that it was me who had done it 🤷‍♀️

She did also suggest that I moved into the house a few doors down from her and Dad because ‘they were very nice people and probably wouldn’t mind.’  I didn’t get that on camera though… 😬

We did quite a bit of giggling too, especially when it turned out I was as daft as Mum trying to help her see her eye injury. 🤦🏼‍♀️