This Tuesday, other than an initial (and now weekly) disagreement over the number of pants one Mummy W needs to wear at one time, Mum was surprisingly agreeable to everything.  She even agreed to take – and use – her walker at the garden center we visited to look around and get a coffee and cake (coffee and cake is at this point a non negotiable part of every outing).  She did nearly take a lady out by ramming into her legs, but the lady was very lovely about it…

The excitement clearly took it out of Mum though, so when we got back and after a coffee and a cake (yes; that’s an additional one of both as the garden center one had been ‘ages ago’) we opted to sit on the sofa and look at old photos.  And by old photos, I mean ones where – if Mum was in them – she was very young.

The slight issue with this is that other than Mum, my Aunt, Nanny and Grandad, I can’t prompt on who anyone is (although Dad could help out with some).  Also, Mum wont wear her glasses anymore, and I’m not sure she can see much without them.  In fact, it tuned out that in some cases, she could see very little without them…

😁

If I don’t do any cooking for Mum and Dad on Tuesdays, I usually take a Marks and Spencer ‘treat meal’.  By coincidence the meal I bought them this week was corned beef hash.  Dad reminded me that when Mum was in labour with me a nurse sent him home for some sleep (!) and when he got in at around midnight he made a variation of corned beef hash for dinner.  As he finished the hospital called to say Mum was actually going to have a caesarean and he needed to get back as soon as possible.  He did, was presented with me and…felt a bit sick (I reminded him of his hastily eaten dinner before a slightly hair raising 20 minutes in his Mini).  The coincidence is that night was 49 years ago -5 days.  We explained to Mum that it is my 49th birthday shortly and she told me I was very old.  I pointed out that she is 30 years older than me so…

‘I’m not.  I’m younger than you’ she said with utter conviction.

And as is widely understood, it’s best not to correct in these situations, so I will shortly be 49 and and 79, I guess.  Sometimes though, that feels entirely accurate.  Especially on a Tuesday 😉