Mother woke.
Early.
Insisting her new tea cup had gone missing.
"Use your eyes dear" I said as I sorted through the full to capacity sink
"It's in the sink" I then yelled affectionately.
This meant nothing to her.
Expects me, whether fit or sick to limp here and there on account of a mug.
Blow you.
But I did anyway. It's called duty/love/no way out of it.
But My Lord I do feel like drowning the old biddy sometimes. Doubt if she'd sink though, being as thin as a watery reed. Probably lie motionless on the sea cursing. Still, nice thought.
Talking of drowning I've downed rivers of tea because of my knees. Both are being an almighty pain. And so are following my doc's order. Namely not to be an idiotic wunderkind and to swallow what he gives me.
After the first four sulphasalazine which don't seem to hit the spot... darling, I wondered if my luck was finally running out. Been awfully lucky really regarding my chronic arthritic condition. Hasn't stopped me digging flower beds or getting in and out of loads of cars or even trying new sexual positions.
Reminds me lol...There was one I tried where, and you'll have to use your imagination here, where after much manoeuvering I resembled a Praying Mantis.
