Love

Yesterday was a wet dark day but mum and dad beat the gloom.

Mum stooped when scooping out my chicken chow mein and dad tutted whilst shoving his gammon steak around the plate. I sat looking at the crinkled carpet.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.

And then me and mum went out, damp arm in damp arm, and the shops were mightily pleased.
Mum spending a few quid on eye cream, foot cream and double cream. I plumping for hand cream, hair cream and a grey woollen dress.

We were silly old girls. Especially when trying on hats in H&M.

We walked as if joined at the hips and it felt lovely. Our unbreakable bond broke for a second when we went into the Hospice shop, she buying a crime novel and I, the aforementioned grey frock. We sneaked a couple of biscuits from our pockets to our mouths.
It's strange how good food and rummaging silences us.

Later on, we sat around happy, dopey and chatty, like people in love.