Much trauma at Martha Towers. Morecambe is back from the vets having had NINE teeth out. Yes nine. Can’t but think it may be our fault somehow. Not sure why – he is bursting with health otherwise. Our bank balance is, however, not doing any kind of bouncing at all. Three hundred and eighty pounds it was. I would have had a bit of a go myself if I had known that. Anyway, all is back to normal now, his poo has returned to a normal colour after having changed to chocolate brown. (Too much information? You only have to say)
FOW1 is back in the bosom of the family again so, for a short time at least, this family is a family of four under the same roof. I have no idea how we made this work four years ago. Perhaps it helps because some people were a lot smaller then. I am sure that once we get the towels on the bathroom floor situation sorted – all will be well, as long as I get myself into the habit of buying all bread, from everywhere, all the time.
Aged Parent came for tea. She came straight from the chiropodist, having used a voucher that we bought her for Mothers’ Day. I was earwigging on a conversation she had with FOW 2.
FOW 2 So was it nice having your feet done Nana?
Aged Parent Lovely thank you. She did all my heels and everything. She even offered to put nail polish on but I said no – because I chew my nails and it’s not worth it.
Short but significant silence as daughter processes this information
FOW2 I think she meant your toe-nails Nana
Aged Parent (Puzzled) Really? She never said.